Bob Away My Blues - Clint Black
Written by：Toy Caldwell
Well I'm going down to the river
I've got a canepole
In my hand
I've got my redworms in a maxwell house coffee can
I'm gonna sit
Under ashade tree on a riverbank
Where it's cool
I'm gonna close my as and dream
And let that cork bob away my blues
Well I wake up
Every morning I pick peaches all day
And on saturday nights we'll have a dance or two
We might waller in the hay
Now the only thing that ever whipped my pa
Was this bad dude called old age
And his last years was his best years
And this is what he had to say
He said boy i've worked this dirt
All my life but things ain't been good for
Awhile
Why don't you move to the city
Make alittle money you might be the first one in
The family ever to die with a smile
I took his advice things going well
But my friends are far and few
But whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues
Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues
Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues
Well honey they ain't talked
To me and you
