Country Stories

You could set a watch by my old grandaddy roy
He used to take me hunting when i was just a boy
I ran em through the woods while he was logging pine
Covered up in creosote and coughing all the time

My cousin was the only barber in that quiet town
He heard all the gossip then spread it around
He charged a keg of corn for a shave and cut
Never talked about us cause we weren't up to much

Like they're nothing, country stories
Don't write em down, don't make a sound
Start with a whisper, end with a frown
All handed down (by word of mouth)
Just simple words

An alligator snapping turtle weighed 200 pounds
At the bottom of the Tickfaw river where i almost drowned
He sat there on the mud like a trap set to be sprung
They put him by the roadside store to frighten everyone

Old man Murdoch was shaving up the stairs
He cut himself and hit the floor, spilling everywhere
Crawled out to the road and died there in a green
We pass and call into his woods every halloween

If I had conviction or the time to write a book
I'd take as many wive's tales - line em up and look
They handed stories down like furniture or gold
Most of they have disappeared, never again to be told