Lyrics:
Here lies less more
Four slugs from a forty-four
No less no more
Out in Arizona just south of Tucson
Where tumbleweeds tumble in search
sweet home.
No place but Texas;
My home, sweet home.
When I die I hope they bury me
By the Pedernales River, 'neath a white oak tree,
Where I can
he'd bellow
Long time ago
He whet his horn on a white oak sapling
Hoosen Johnny, Hoosen Johnny
Whet his horn on a white oak sapling
Long time ago
He'd
in willow, not in oak.
Give me no standard, no eulogy,
No red, white and blue, no sceptre and no cloak,
Just bury me in willow, not in oak
Hell I know I've broken down
Dare to call this hallowed ground
Couldn't tell you what I found
But the white oak's in bloom
Is it all just
Here lies Les Moore
Four slugs from a forty-four
No Les, no more
Out in Arizona just south of Tucson
Where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home
on time."
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
And when we reach that White Oak mountain,
"Watch
on time"
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman
"Shovel on a little more coal
And when we reach that White Oak mountain
"Watch
old white oak tree
Layin' shade on me
Pickin' blackberries off the vine
A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines
I can't wait to walk those streets
on time
Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97
that white oak tree
Beneath the cross is where my best buddy's buried
Lasted thirteen huntin' season runnin' strong
Keep your money 'cause a man can't
on time."
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
"And when we cross that White Oak mountain,
"Watch
lonesome valley a hangin' on a white oak tree
Hang down your head Tom Dooley
on time."
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
And when we cross that White Oak mountain,
"Watch Ol'97
on a boat up the river
And the last lonely sheep has returned to the flock
As you wing over the white cliffs of Dover
There there child, there's a glint
on time"
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman
"Shovel on a little more coal
"And when we cross that White Oak mountain
"Watch
many miles I am away
From a place I rode my pony through the drove
Where the oak and blackjack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze
In the Oklahoma
Mighty oaks from little acorns grow
Tall plants come from tiny seeds you sow
Low hills turn into mountains don't you realize
Big hurts came from
white oak mountain
You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll"
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
In a line on a three mile grade
It was
stuck in bed
Check your network to make sure
The lens is clean paul is a white man
Flowers are like my lovely hair
State of Arizona! State of Arizona
band
Who farmed the Phoenix Valley
In Arizona land
Down the ditches a thousand years
The waters grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Til the white man stole
on time"
Then he look around and said to his black, greasy fireman
"Just shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
You can
The earth may change from Summer green to Winter white
The brightest day can change into the darkest night.
A grey cloud may change a sky of blue
band
Who farmed the Phoenix Valley
In Arizona land
Down the ditches a thousand years
The waters grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Til the white man stole
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