Bob Away My Blues
well im goin down to the rive
ive got a canepole in my han
ive got my redworms in a maxwell house coffee ca
i'm gonna sit under ashade tree on a riverbank where its coo
im gonna close my and dream and let that cork bob away my blue
well i wake up every mornin i pick peaches all day
and on saturday night we'll have a dance or two we might waller in the ha
now the only thing that ever whipped my pa
was this bad dude called old age
and his last years was his best year
and this is what he had to sa
he siad boy ive worked this dirt all my life but things aint been good for
awhil
why dont you move to the city make alittle money you might be the first one in
the family ever to die with a smil
well i took his advice things goin wel
but my friends are far and few
but whoever said a city boy cant have the the country blue
whoever said a city boy cant have the the country blue
whoever said a city boy cant have the the country blue
well honey they aint talked to me and you
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