There’s ole Gray with ‘er dove-winged hat Threre’s ole Green with her sewing machine Where’s the bobbin at? Tote’n old grain in uh printed sack The dust blows forward ‘n dust blows back And the wind blows black thru the sky And the smokestack blows up in suns eye What am I gonna die? Uh white flake riverboat just flew by Bubbles popped big ‘n uh lipstick Kleenex hung on uh pointed forked twig Reminds of the bobby girls Never was my hobby girls Hand full uh worms and uh pole fishin’ Cork bobbin’ like uh hot red bulb ‘n uh blue jay squeaks HisRead More →