Lyrics:
shame about Billie Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billie Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie
shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie
so damn good together
Brushing our teeth at end of all those happy days
I pour a glass of whiskey in the kitchen
I don't know why but I just poured
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
My throat is kind-a dry
Well, I never had me no money
Never had me no
Ima
Big shina
c designer
I'm 1 hunnid
Boy you zip, nada
Dont risk nada
I'm big fish
You lil guppy
U just hope
It ain't muddy in this big pond
fight this flood 'til the bitter end or He washes me out
That muddy water's rising
I can barely see the fence
Lord, it rolls my way like a slow train
Nashville they locked me up and threw away the key
I washed my hands in muddy water I washed my hands but they didn't come clean
I tried to do what daddy told
cat, no jag, mothafucka
Everything Gucci (woo), everything Gucci
Everything Gucci (free Gucci), bitch, I'm good (free Gucci)
Bitch, I'm Blood (free
by
And personally say thank you
You're making me good money i'm
Making you good money
T notices Harley
You're lucky man you got a bad bitch
Oh, that
shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie
Billie Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billie Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie
shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie
COTTONMOUTH GROVE
Word and Music by John Ford Coley
(When you hear that sound
You know a pistol will do ya no good) Studio version only
She sat
forgetting
The truth is I don't know why, and I be curious
I don't want to damage my son, my nigga, period
I'm still trying to find my way, the water muddy
I
Bartender put a little whiskey in my water
Looks like it's gonna be another all nighter
Hope that barrel ain't got no bottom
Gonna keep drinkin'
He's got early warning
He's got muddy water
He one mojo filter
She say one and one and one is three
Got to be good looking
'Cause he's so hard
drinkin' man
But temptation got the best of me
And I took a slash
That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat
Like honey dew vine water
And I took
a horse named Whiskey when I played the winning hand
But the gambler tried to cheat me, he was a no good oil man
I shot that greedy bastard down and headed
Oh, oh, oh
We say "yes, sir," "no, ma'am," love Charlie Daniels Band
Whiskey from the bottle, beer from a cold can
I drive a Ford truck, he
We come bearing corn, water and wood
Stop and behold, all that is good
Give thanks for the corn, water and wood
Now I'm an old trail hound and I've
blood or misbehavin'
Maybe the wine's got me weeping like a woman
Maybe the whiskey's got me
Weeping in my wine
Don't no need no water I'm
On good with
AIN'T BEEN THEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MISSING
SOME THINK IT'S TRASHY WE THINK IT'S CLASSY
THE WATER SO MUDDY I CAN'T SEE WHAT'S SWIMIN PASSED ME
COME
the suds
And the tears they're pourin' down on me
Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey's a little more sour
I guess happy hour
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