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Ainât got no money to catch the train
Ainât no medicine gonna ease my pain
Ainât nobody in this town know my name
Gonna sit right down and drink up just the same
Ainât got no job, ainât got no union card
Ainât a morning that I wake up I ainât jarred
Every town in Lincoln County got me barred
Come twelve oâclock I drink my liquor hard
Some people like the sound of the lonesome whistle
When it whines
Or the sparkle of easy money when it shines
Painted lips and curly hair, big brown eyes
Make me smile
But that copper kettle corn liquor bootleg burning really drive me wild
I got the time, you know that I can wait
Patience ainât the first one out the gate
To make me move you gotta lay the bait
Cause Iâll get down to drink my whiskey straight
Old trains and country jukesâI love the sound
And I like never being homeward bound
Not everything thatâs lost ends up found
Thereâs always time to pour me one more round
Some people like the sound of the lonesome whistle
When it whines
Or the sparkle of easy money when it shines
Painted lips and curly hair, big brown eyes
Make me smile
But that copper kettle corn liquor bootleg burning really drive me wild
I hold âem close, ainât that a shame?
But baby thatâs the way you play the game
It donât matter that you late Iâm glad you came
Letâs sit right down and drink up just the same
Some people like the sound of the lonesome whistle
When it whines
Or the sparkle of easy money when it shines
Painted lips and curly hair, big brown eyes
Make me smile
But that copper kettle corn liquor bootleg burning really drive me wild
- Album:
- Thin Red Line
- Red Dog Ash