Booger County Blues

Fog on the mountain, dog on the couch
Rain on the river and words in my mouth
Sleep so lovely, sleep while you can
Every day is an early one for a worried man

Fog on the ridge line where the trees turn red
Watch it tumble down the holler to the fog in my head
Is it fog on the sun that makes the light so thin?
Or is it fires in the west while we burn within?

And if I live to see the world grow dim
At least I have the glow within ya to guide me in
At least I have the glow within ya to guide me



Credits
Writer(s): Nicklaus Robert Shoulders
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