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Yellow No. 5
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Lost a finger while bailing hay,
Didn't use it much anyway
Lost 3 wives on his way to the liquor store
Plays the lottery almost every day,
Instead of buying milk & bread
Owns the finest dog who can't ride along,
In an old beat-up truck
It's got a rusted out bed
Someday it'll all work out
One day it'll turn up spades
But for now he's just keep walking along
This road headed South
Union man all his life,
You bet that saved him once or twice
When the shoe factory finally closed its doors,
He screamed and holler "ain't gonna work a day no more"
Picks up his check at the unemployment shop,
Flirts with the secretary bullshits with the cop
Heads to the cafe' for his lunch,
He'll just put it on his tab
One day it'll all work out
Some day it's gonna all go straight
But for now he's just walking along
This road headed South
Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
Claims the government is to blame
For his aching back and jumbled head
Fought in the war and brought back the pain,
But cleaning out the mess hall is all he did over there
So he goes out drinking again,
Runs into that same cop friend
He just points him home and looks the other way
As he starts his car and pulls out on the darkened highway
Someday it'll all work out
One day it'll turn up spades
But for now he's keep walking along
This road headed South
Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
County Roads (lost a finger)
Take me home (while bailing hay)
To the place (didn't use it much anyway)
I belong West Virginia (lost 3 wives on his way)
Take me home (to the liquor store)
County roads
Writer(s): C. Manley
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