Bobby Darin Long Line Rider Lyrics

Long Line Rider Lyrics

Wettin' it down, boss 

      Wet it down 

      Wipin' it off, boss 

      Wipe it off. 

      Doin' ten to twenty hard 

      Swingin' twelve pounds in the yard 

      Every day 

      Every day. 

      I came in with a group of twenty 

      There ain't left but half as many 

      In the clay 

      In the clay. 

      Long line rider, turn away. 



      There's a farm in Arkansas 

      Got some secrets in its floor 

      In decay 

      In decay. 

      You can tell where they're at 

      Nothin' grows, the ground is flat 

      Where they lay 

      Where they lay. 

      Long line rider, turn away. 



      All the records show so clear 

      Not a single man was here 

      Anyway 

      Anyway. 

      That's the tale the warden tells 

      As he counts his empty shells 

      By the day 

      By the day. 

      Hey, long line rider, turn away. 



      Somone screams investigate 

      'scuse me sir it's a little late 

      Let us pray 

      Let us pray. 

      This kinda thing can't happen here 

      'specially not in an election year 

      Outta my way 

      Outta my way. 

      Hey, long line rider, turn away. 



      There's a funny taste in the air 

      Big bulldozers everywhere 

      Diggin' clay 

      Turnin' clay. 

      And the ground coughs up some roots 

      Wearin' denim shirts and boots 

      Haul 'em away 

      Haul 'em away. 

      Hey, long line rider, turn away. 



      Well I heard a brother moan 

      Why they plowin' up my home 

      In this way 

      In this way. 

      I said, buddy, shake your gloom 

      They're just here to make more room 

      In the clay. 

      U.S.A