Bob Away My Blues
Clint Black
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Well I'm goin down to the river I've got a canepole in my hand I've got my redworms in a maxwell house coffee can I'm gonna sit under ashade tree on a riverbank where its cool I'm gonna close my and dream and let that cork bob away my blues 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 hay Now the only thing that ever whipped my pa Was this bad dude called old age And his last years was his best years And this is what he had to say he siad boy I've worked this dirt all my life but things ain't been good for Awhile Why don't you move to the city make alittle money you might be the first one in The family ever to die with a smile Well I took his advice things goin well But my friends are far and few But whoever said a city boy can't have the the country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have the the country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have the the country blues Well honey they ain't talked to me and you
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