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 a shade tree
 On a riverbank where its cool
 I'm gonna close my eyes and dream
 And let that 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 siad, 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 the country blues?
 Whoever said a city boy
 Can't have the the country blues?
 Whoever said a city boy
 Can't have the the country blues?
 Well, honey they ain't talked to me and you...