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Dry and Lonesome with the Demijohn Blues Late Saturday or Sunday somewhere back up in the hills The old boys got to drinking shine and cooking up the stills Old Cooter got so squirley as had a sip to drink His eyebrows turned to yellow and his fingers turned to pink The coyotes were all sleeping and the moon was in the sky Mr. Maynard looked so thirsty with a demon in his eye He finished off his cup and let the cold corn whiskey flow As it worked its moonshine magic from his head down to his toes [Chorus] Gone, gone, our whiskey is gone Lord help us now - what shall we do? Our short lives of trouble have just gotten worse Dry and lonesome with the demijohn blues Sometime after midnight with the fire burnin' low Cousin Arlen jumped up after stepping on a coal His foot turned into blisters but he didn't feel the pain Because the sweet Kentucky Medicine just hit him like a train [Chorus] As the bluebirds started singing and the dew formed on the trees Elmer fell asleep with the bottle on his knee And with the lightning all gone and a kettle on his mind He dreamed of a river flowin' Mississippi Shine [Chorus] A Catfish Gracie bluegrass original Copyright ©1999 by Greg Poulos (5/28/99 & 12/28/02) |
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