Blister and a Bottle Cap
Blister and a bottlecap, fetch my skippin' stone
Blister and a bottlecap, fetch my skippin' stone
Get a bone, get a bone, fetch my skippin' stone
I went right down to the riverbank, mama, what you think I found?
I went right down to the riverbank, mama, what you think I found?
It's a little bitty basket-baby, and it's alabama-bound
I went sun-side up the dune-side, just to watch my shadow crawl
I went sun-side up the dune-side, just to watch my shadow crawl
Well, I broke up all the driftwood, oh you know I broke it all
I sat down in the front yard, just to watch my daughter sow
I sat down in the front yard, just to watch my daughter sow
Oh, water what you want child, 'cause somethin' bound to grow
I went deep dark in the red bark, with a hike-stick and a log
I went deep dark in the red bark, with a hike-stick and a log
If ya don't know how to do it, I'll show ya how to walk the dog
I went right back to the riverbank, mama, what you think I saw?
I went right back to the riverbank, mama, what you think I saw?
It's a little bitty basket-baby, and it's bound for arkansas
Well, I didn't mean to do it, but I broke yer lookin' glass
Well, I didn't mean to do it, but I broke yer lookin' glass
Oh, it's blister and a bottlecap, mama, and the first one shall be las
Blister and a bottlecap, fetch my skippin' stone
Get a bone, get a bone, fetch my skippin' stone
I went right down to the riverbank, mama, what you think I found?
I went right down to the riverbank, mama, what you think I found?
It's a little bitty basket-baby, and it's alabama-bound
I went sun-side up the dune-side, just to watch my shadow crawl
I went sun-side up the dune-side, just to watch my shadow crawl
Well, I broke up all the driftwood, oh you know I broke it all
I sat down in the front yard, just to watch my daughter sow
I sat down in the front yard, just to watch my daughter sow
Oh, water what you want child, 'cause somethin' bound to grow
I went deep dark in the red bark, with a hike-stick and a log
I went deep dark in the red bark, with a hike-stick and a log
If ya don't know how to do it, I'll show ya how to walk the dog
I went right back to the riverbank, mama, what you think I saw?
I went right back to the riverbank, mama, what you think I saw?
It's a little bitty basket-baby, and it's bound for arkansas
Well, I didn't mean to do it, but I broke yer lookin' glass
Well, I didn't mean to do it, but I broke yer lookin' glass
Oh, it's blister and a bottlecap, mama, and the first one shall be las
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Writer(s): Christopher Watkins
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