Bob Away My Blues

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