16 Shells From A 30-6 Paroles

Paroles de 16 Shells From A 30-6

Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-sixAnd the black crow flew throughA hole in the skyAnd I spent all my buttons on an old pack muleAnd I made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimbaAnd I leaned it up against a dandelion treeLeaned it up against a dandelion treeLeaned it up against a dandelion treeWell I cooked them feathers on the iron spitAnd I filled me a sachel full of old pig cornAnd I beat me a Billy from an old french hornAnd kicked that mule to the top of the treeKicked that mule to the top of the treeBlew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrumAnd I cut me a switch from a long branch elbowI'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-sixWhittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-sixWell I slept in the hotter of a dry creek bedAnd I tore out the buckets from a red corvetteTore out the buckets from a red corvetteLionel, Dave and the butcher made threeYou got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone treeWith the strings of a washburnStretched like a clotheslineYou know me and that mule scrambled right through the holeMe and that mule scrambled right through the holeI'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells ftom a thirty-aught-sixWhittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-sixNow I hold him prisoner in a washburn jailAnd I strapped it on the back of my old kick muleStrapped it on the back of my old kick muleBang on the strings just to drive him crazyAnd I strum it toud just to rattle his cageStrum it loud just to rattle his cageStrum it loud just to rattle his cageStrum it loud just to rattle his cageI'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-sixWhittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six