Son said my mother when I was knee high You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
, no If I could get to the mercy man He'd give me some I know I got a gal in Vicksburg Bertha is her name Wish I's tied to Bertha Instead of this ball
', Mr lumberjack? Is it one for forward and three for back? Is it two for stop or four for go? Boy, ask a whistle punk I don't know Well, I learned this
My pappy said when I was seventeen you're six feet tall and your face is clean And it don't look right for a boy that old to not make a livin' loadin'
I took the elevator to the floor I was assigned I fumbled with the key the way I did that at her time Inside I thought of all the things that started in this
day after day to where my sweetheart rowed away And I gaze across the water of the rainy Ponchartrain Just one thing and nothing more ever floated back to shore Was this
Bill began his sing I don't want my hat to be hung When my last song is sung But he never let fame go to his head "This is Smiling Bill McCall", he
Well I knew A boy named Willie Brown He was A lover of our town wherever he went the girls fell down, and cryed for Willie Brown crazy about Willie Brown
when they delivered me We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery Papa played the Dobro this
He was just an old country doctor In a little country town Fame and fortune had passed him by Though we never saw him frown As day by day in his kindly
The ole roan's got green in his eyes Mean as the devil and twice as wise A fire in his nose and a bow in his back Can't nobody ride him but Boss Jack
I ride an old paint he's on the worry side And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the
and ride this train Come along and ride this rain Cross the mountains, prairies, reservations, rivers, levees, plains Come along and ride this train
Ride this train up and down and across a strange wonderful land It's almost like a fairyland when you to think about it You go through places with names
Ride this train to Bogaloosa Louisiana see these swamps and forest Man's never set foot in a lot of it You'll find aligator mink coon possum squirrel
Ride this train to Dyess Arkansas see this cottonland Some of us are so poor now you'd have to sell 'em a sack of fertilizer To raise an umbrella They
Ride this train to any country fair in this land now here's a hard working happy people Mrs Jones baked the finest pie for the contest this year And
Ride this train let me show you a land of rolling hills and tall corn A land of hard working people where rewards are often very small This is Pella
