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Holy Smoke Y'all
03:32
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Holy Smoke Y'all the sun is shining
the sun is shining over Tennessee
I'm going home lord to see my baby
her love is sweet like a tangerine
I'm going north lord to Cincinnati
to see them river boats run on steam
I'm gonna find me the fields of wheat
i'm gonna start myself a family
I'm gonna be I'm gonna be with my baby soon
I'm gonna put on my best jeans and my best boots
And when they pave this old dirt road they're gonna name it
They're gonna Name it after me
Im going home back across that river,
aint never coming back around this way
my leg is twitchin' like an old jack rabbit
seven hills are calling out my name
I'm gonna be I'm gonna be with my baby soon
I'm gonna put on my best jeans and my best boots
And when they pave this old dirt road they're gonna name it
They're gonna Name it after me
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I'm a vagabond river rat born on a house boat on the Wabash thats where my daddy taught me how to swim, I know that mighty rivers every twist and bend.
The Ohio (River) aint no strange neighborhood. I know that river like, Jimmy Driftwood knows the words. and i swam every great lake at least once. I swim half the Mississippi and then I stop for lunch
Catch a mess of that:
Blackened Catfish; Biscuits and Gravy; and Mulberry Cobbler with all the fixin's too; we can all go...
Crack a couple cold beers; take a hit of papaws smoke; and watch us some Dolly Parton on a Sunday afternoon
And i'll ford the mighty rivers to the GREAT FLAT HEAD and PEND OREILLE, where I've got a big'ole place, and everything's my pace, and there aint no law to tell me what to do.
Now when i want to see a moving picture show, I dance a jig and sing for money on the street. And its not embarrassing because I make people smile, and every dollar bill you give me makes it worth my while.
And all the river rats back home say i'm crazy to make the trek. But they're happy I'm happy and I've got everyone's respect. And they also write that I'm welcome home any time I feel, if i'm just passing through or need a home cook meal....
Cook a mess of that:
Blackened Catfish; Biscuits and Gravy; and Maulberry Cobbler with all the fixin's too; we can all go...
Crack a couple cold beers; take a hit of papaws smoke; and watch us some Dolly Parton on a Sunday afternoon
And now its time i settle down and build my float, a crude watercraft the DNR will quote. She'll pass inspection with all necessities, life jackets, fire buckets, and a captains hat for me. And all the river rats back home say that i will return soon, and back home again in Indiana we will croon. while landing heavenly bounty off of our trot lines, strung 'cross the Wabash River and dancing in moon light.
Catch a mess of that:
Blackened Catfish; Biscuits and Gravy; and Maulberry Cobbler with all the fixin's too; we can all go...
Crack a couple cold beers; take a hit of papaws smoke; and watch us some Dolly Parton on a Sunday afternoon
Back home again in Indiana and it seems that I can see
The gleaming candle light still shining bright
Through the sycamores for me
The new mowed hay sends all its fragrance through the fields i used to roam
When i dream about the moon light on the Wabash, then i'm longing for my Indiana home
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545 Miles
03:46
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Im 545 miles to the next show; and its 544 more miles to go
We had a big'ole time in your little old town; we set'em up and we knocked 'em down we got; 545 Miles to the next show
I've been rambling cross this land with a nail in my boot
I'm the kinda guy to rip the sleeves off a fancy Manuel suit
I'm drinkin' burboun please and a water back,
I'm a country rollin' mother in denim black
Smokin' trailer bearings through Paint Creek, West Virginia
Someone else drive 'cause I need a beer
Im 545 miles to the next show; and its 544 more miles to go
We had a big'ole time in your little old town; we set'em up and we knocked 'em down we got; 545 Miles to the next show
And I can dream for hours down a farm to market road
And pretend if the wheels stop rolling the whole world will explode
And i get on stage and the rythym is tight just sittin' back here in the pocket all night i'm
545 Miles to the next show
I scored these ostrich luchesse boots out in the parking lot
hey they fit like a Dream-A aint no nail in my heal and I like 'em alot
And even though my memory don't sever so clear I remember dudes girl friend loving my beard
Lets high-step it double boys, we dont need no trouble someone else drive I just cracked a beer
Im 545 miles to the next show; and its 544 more miles to go
We had a big'ole time in your little old town; we set'em up and we knocked 'em down we got; 545 Miles to the next show
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I been hustlin' in this holler squeeze corn to raise a dollar
Drink all you want and you'll never go blind
I been hustlin' in this holler squeeze corn to raise a dollar
I'll sell it on the mountains sunny side
When that sheriff picks me up, i'll get him good and drunk and he'll take me to the Tex-Arkana line
I got a girl in Minnesota where the snowy winds blow I've got a girl in austin texas where the sunshine is gold, I aint got a woman eleven hundred miles inbetween; but sheriff i'll leave town just as soon as your sniff hound backs off of me
Oh baby pack me a sack of provisions that i need
Rollin papers mary jane n liquor in my canteen
liquor in my canteen, thats what i need
Rollin papers mary jane n liquor in my canteen X 2
I was taking me a bath in the muddy wabash watchin paddle steamers going by; taking me a bath in the muddy wabash; waving to the girls up high. i got soap behind my years, and a cold six pack of beer, when the sheriff comes with sirens and lights.
Oh baby pack me a sack of provisions that i need
Rollin papers mary jane n liquor in my canteen
liquor in my canteen, thats what i need
Rollin papers mary jane n liquor in my canteen x 4
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5. |
{I} Can't Go Home
03:51
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i cant go home x 3 no one is waiting for me
no one to miss me when i'm gone
i cant go home x 2
I'm never at home anywhere I stood rolling the wheel or choppin' wood
I can't slow down always on the run I sleep in the back seat with a loaded gun
i cant go home x 3 no one is waiting for me
no one to miss me when i'm gone
i cant go home x 2
Out on the run against the wind, don't know if i'll be back here again I knows she's not there waiting alone, I cant go home, i cant go home
i cant go home x 3 no one is waiting for me
no one to miss me when i'm gone
i cant go home x 2
Now if I had just one more coin, I'll tell you what I'll do, boys
I'll throw it down just one last time, take me on back to that home of mine
i cant go home x 3 no one is waiting for me
no one to miss me when i'm gone
i cant go home x 2
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6. |
Colfax {Pink Malibu}
06:30
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I searched every motel on Colfax
for your pink malibu
I got tricked by a monte carlo
off of Webb Pierce avenue
I searched high and I searched stoned
under the neon lights for a clue
In every motel parking lot on Colfacx
for your pink malibu
I searched every honky tonk house on Colfax
for you and your big top hair
i left every bar empty handed
and with a full belly of beer
I asked every drink slinger behind every bar
and anyone who'd pretend to care
if they'd seen you honky tonkin on Colfax
you and your big top hair
Down the boulavards of used cars
where the swindlers cut their teeth
Payday loan sharks and bail bonds men
said they seen her working the streets
I'm following her trial of cheap perfume
And her shade of lipstick on Virginia Slims
but its not the girl that girl that I must find
Its my guitar JIMMY MARTIN signed!
I searched every pawn shop on Colfax
for my Gibson B15
All I found was a bunch of high ballers
selling rusty out of tune dreams
I showed 'em all a copy of the police report
and they showed me our wedding rangs
So I'll just keep on walking up and down Colfax
Lookin' for my B15
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