Lyrics:
a bucket
I stole you the limbs from my favorite tree
A swamp white oak
Shaggy like me
I stole you the colors from the desert at dawn
Where the baseboard
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
the blackness of the night
Calling me back to my childhood
Down here in Black River Swamp
Saw my name carved on a big oak tree
Down there by the fishing
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
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
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 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 cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97
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
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
lonesome valley a hangin' on a white oak tree
Hang down your head Tom Dooley
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
In the woods there is a bird
His song stops you and makes you blush
There is a clock that never strikes
There is a swamp with a nest of white
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp well you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
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
Well the swamp is getting deeper all the time
And the faces that I see don't seem to shine, that's right
Now there's too much Warhol hanging off
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
Down where the moss grow on the oak tree
There's a bayou woman she waits for me
She treats me nice and she makes good gumbo
See'est ma femme out
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
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