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Bottleneck Bob is riding fast
Wanted by the law for the freight train blast
The sheriff and his men is a big bad mob
And they're chasing poor old
an exodus an fly away home, an watch them crazy baldheads runnin away from town,

we bawl everybody loves Bob Marley, everywhere i go its the same old
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
hip to sing about tractors, trucks,
Little towns, or mama, yeah that might be true.
But this is country music and we do

Do you like to drink a cold
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon, 
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade, 
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
I've got a dusty old pile of vinyl records sittin' on my floor
I've played each one of 'em over and over a dozen times or more
All I've got is
children running around,
Everybody's somebody in an old hill country town!
Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock,
Sure signs you spent
dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns

Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie lookalikes
dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns

Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie lookalikes
dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns

Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie lookalikes
Boring through the mountains by-passing the towns
Interstate 90 is a sight to behold
But that monument to progress and engineering skill
Has
dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns

Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie lookalikes
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At three a.m.
Boring through the mountains by-passing the towns
Interstate 90 is a sight to behold
But that monument to progress and engineering skill
Has
We drink in moderation
And he drives me home in his big old Chev.
We drink at the Town and Country
Where the atmosphere is great
I love to have
There a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop
Where all the folks come to hear country music play
And every year the city's gettin'
feel so ashamed that I made her the image of me

I met her in a little country town she was simple and old fashion in some way
But she loved me till I
alive 
So I bought an old house-trailer out on the countryside 
You can't write country songs in town they say 
We packed up and moved out there
You left me for the bright lights of the town
A country boy set out to see the world
Remember when those city lights shine down
That big old moon
so ashamed that I made her the image of me

I met her in a little country town she was simple and old fashion in some way
But she loved me till I
You left me for the bright lights of the town
A country boy set out to see the world
Remember when those city lights shine down
That big old moon
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town.
And, for some strange reason... God only knows...
We got to singin' around.
And about