River Fool

Well, down in old South fork Kentucky There lives a man everybody knows Spends his days in a muddy haze Tangled in the cattail poles Working on an ancient bottle In the shade of a yellow pine Just a river fool on good ol' mountain wine Takes a four-ten out for hunting Sometimes if he paddles far Might even bring his old six string Hammer that CCR And if it don't feel right for picking He might dance in the kudzu vine Just a river fool on good ol' mountain wine Just a river fool on good old mountain wine Shooting at the moon And squalling like a mountain lion And you can hear him all the way in Jackson Past the Wolf Creek line Just a river fool on good ol' mountain wine Now he lays down every evening Kicked back on the gravel bar 'Bout as free as a man can be Counting those Kentucky stars Dreaming all by his lonesome Content with his place in time Just a river fool on good ol' mountain wine Just a river fool on good old mountain wine Shooting at the moon And squalling like a mountain lion And you can hear him all the way in Jackson Past the Wolf Creek line Just a river fool on good old mountain wine He's just a river fool on good ol' mountain wine