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Bobby Darin

Genres: Jazz

Long Line Rider Lyrics - Bobby Darin

Wettin' it down, boss 

Wet it down 

Wipin' it off, boss 

Wipe it off 

 

Doin' ten to twenty hard 

Swingin' twelve pounds in the yard 

Every day 

Every day 

 

I came in with a group of twenty 

There ain't left but half as many 

In the clay 

In the clay 

 

Long line rider, turn away 

 

There's a farm in Arkansas 

Got some secrets in its floor 

In decay 

In decay 

 

You can tell where they're at 

Nothin' grows, the ground is flat 

Where they lay 

Where they lay 

 

Long line rider, turn away 

 

All the records show so clear 

Not a single man was here 

Anyway 

Anyway 

 

That's the tale the warden tells 

As he counts his empty shells 

By the day 

By the day 

 

Hey, long line rider, turn away 

 

Someone screams investigate 

Excuse me sir, it's a little late 

Let us pray 

Let us pray 

 

This kinda thing can't happen here 

'Specially not in an election year 

Outta my way 

Outta my way 

 

Hey, long line rider, turn away 

 

There's a funny taste in the air 

Big bulldozers everywhere 

Diggin' clay 

Turnin' clay 

 

And the ground coughs up some roots 

Wearin' denim shirts and boots 

Haul 'em away 

Haul 'em away 

 

Hey, long line rider, turn away 

 

Well, I heard a brother moan 

"Why they plowin' up my home?" 

In this way 

In this way 

 

I said, "Buddy, shake your gloom 

They're just here to make more room 

In the clay" 

U.S.A. 

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