Bob Seger 16 Shells From A 30-6 Lyrics

16 Shells From A 30-6 Lyrics

Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six

And the black crow flew
through

A hole in the sky

And I spent all my buttons on an old pack
mule

And I made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimba

And I leaned it up
against a dandelion tree

Leaned it up against a dandelion tree

Leaned it
up against a dandelion tree



Well I cooked them feathers on the iron
spit

And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn

And I beat me a
Billy from an old french horn

And kicked that mule to the top of the
tree

Kicked that mule to the top of the tree

Blew me a hole 'bout the
size of a kickdrum

And I cut me a switch from a long branch
elbow



I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow 16 shells
from a thirty-aught-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow 16 shells
from a thirty-aught-six



Well I slept in the hotter of a dry creek
bed

And I tore out the buckets from a red corvette

Tore out the buckets
from a red corvette

Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three



You got
to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree

With the strings of a
washburn

Stretched like a clothesline

You know me and that mule
scrambled right through the hole

Me and that mule scrambled right through
the hole



I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow 16 shells
ftom a thirty-aught-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow 16 shells
from a thirty-aught-six



Now I hold him prisoner in a washburn
jail

And I strapped it on the back of my old kick mule

Strapped it on
the back of my old kick mule

Bang on the strings just to drive him
crazy

And I strum it toud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to
rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just
to rattle his cage



I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow
16 shells from a thirty-aught-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow
16 shells from a thirty-aught-six