Bob Away My Blues

Well, I'm goin' down to the river, I've got a cane pole in my hand

I've got my red worms in a Maxwell House coffee can

I'm gonna sit under a shade tree on a riverbank where it's cool

I'm gonna close my eyes and dream

And let that cork bob away my blues

Well, I'd wake up every mornin', I'd pick peaches all day

And on Saturday nights we'll have a dance or two

We might waller in the hay

Now, the only thing that every 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 to make a little money

You might be the first one in the family ever to die with a smile"

I took his advice, thing's 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