Black Clint Bob Away My Blues Lyrics

Bob Away My Blues Lyrics

(Troy Caldwell)



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 it's cool

I'm gonna close my eyes and dream and let the 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 said 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 a little 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 country blues

Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues

Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues

Well honey they ain't talked to me and you