Lyrics:
stomp
And a catfish line going, bom bom
An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire
And drink to a sweet swamp song
So if you're looking for me, don't
I wish that I was on old Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bills
Once I had
for a long time, and I'm still gettin' money oh
Hol' up, hol' up we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise
Paranoid as a child, blessed to be
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for
By the light of the moon above
So take me back, back to love
Ever since you took me to the big city
Looking for the start
Living in the fast
told me, "I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between
Well, I wish that I was on old Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
Cause there ain't no smog, no smoke on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bill
Now
stare at the sun
And you'll be looking in my eyes, homie
Stand for something or fall for anything
And you working with two left
Feet at the skating rink
for?
Are you an activist? What are your city plans for?
Are you an accident, are you just in the way?
Your native tongue contradicting what your body
He was a hard-headed man
He was brutally handsome,
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart
the light
The play games of magic in the night
Lately I've stayed with the lady from Denver
She said to come by for awhile
Took me on down to her
Wish that I was on ole Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top
ain't no telephone bills
Once I had a girl
And getting blood money
I try my best to stay focused
And hope the city love me
Pray it's not lust, cause if it is
I’d be death in a month
Lord forbid, for
pretty good
But it could get better than this
Bill Mance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishin' guides
And Richard
you know better
Know your crew better than you do
Call me looking for ya (yeah)
I be looking for ya (yeah)
Got me looking forward to weekends
With
looking for
(She's lookin' for me)
Eliza, I'm lookin' for a mind at work (work, work)
I'm lookin' for a mind at work (work, work)
I'm lookin' for
remember, we were sitting there, by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter
You are
JW: Another ringer with the slick trigger finger for Her Majesty
AK: Another one with the golden tone voice and then your fantasy
JW: Another bill
But, we gon' keep the party going
I'm looking for the country girls (go shorty, do your thing now)
City girls (go shorty, do your thing now)
Sexy
Wish that I was on ole rocky top
Down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on rocky top
Ain't no telephone bills
Once there was a girl
The shit they paying all the bills for
Man, I missed it, that cake taste delicious
They can't wait for vacations, paid for, by pictures
I'm feeling good,
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
I've been looking for time, looking for me
Looking for another reason to stay
I'm looking for money, looking for stacks
Looking for another reason
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