Brownsville
Walking down the road with a harmonica in my hand
Walking down the road with a harmonica in my hand
Walking down the road with a harmonica in my hand
I was playing the blues for my lover 'cause she don't want me as a man
Playing the blues for my lover 'cause she don't want me as a man
I hitched me a ride with an old man and his hound
I hitched me a ride with an old man and his hound
I hitched me a ride with an old man and his hound
Well it took me on down to Brownsville town
Took me on down to Brownsville town
I found me a job working that Mississippi damn
I found me a job working that Mississippi damn
I found me a job working that Mississippi damn
It pays for me beers and my whiskey in a can
Pays for me beers and my whiskey in a can
Waves rolling in and waves rolling out
Waves rolling in and waves rolling out
Waves rolling in and waves rolling out
I got the taste of blood inside my mouth
Taste of blood inside my mouth
Rubber souls back on the country road
Rubber souls back on the country road
Rubber souls back on the country road
Well an open ditch is where I call home
Open ditch is where I call home
Building the well, but the all gone dry
Building the well, but the all gone dry
Building the well, but the all gone dry
Well I head down tot he boat, thirty I feel alive
Head down to the boat, thirty I feel alive
Walking down the road with a harmonica in my hand
Walking down the road with a harmonica in my hand
I was playing the blues for my lover 'cause she don't want me as a man
Playing the blues for my lover 'cause she don't want me as a man
I hitched me a ride with an old man and his hound
I hitched me a ride with an old man and his hound
I hitched me a ride with an old man and his hound
Well it took me on down to Brownsville town
Took me on down to Brownsville town
I found me a job working that Mississippi damn
I found me a job working that Mississippi damn
I found me a job working that Mississippi damn
It pays for me beers and my whiskey in a can
Pays for me beers and my whiskey in a can
Waves rolling in and waves rolling out
Waves rolling in and waves rolling out
Waves rolling in and waves rolling out
I got the taste of blood inside my mouth
Taste of blood inside my mouth
Rubber souls back on the country road
Rubber souls back on the country road
Rubber souls back on the country road
Well an open ditch is where I call home
Open ditch is where I call home
Building the well, but the all gone dry
Building the well, but the all gone dry
Building the well, but the all gone dry
Well I head down tot he boat, thirty I feel alive
Head down to the boat, thirty I feel alive
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Duda
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