Bob Away My Blues Lyrics - Black Clint

(Troy Caldwell) 

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 ashade tree on a riverbank where it's cool 

I'm gonna close my eyes and dream and let the 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 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 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 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