Tin shacks and catfish bones Been about all I've ever known The Junebugs rattle and roll Around the old maypole Thunder and lightning Oh, see the catfish are biting I took a riverboat downstream I think you know what I mean The chicken hawks, they are gathering Above my head, they are circling Old friends coming out visiting Say, "Hi" and talk about collecting Stray dogs won't come near me Was blind, now I see clearly Believe I'm fixing to die When you're living in the country it's, "Why, oh why?" Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home Oh, oh, oh Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home Oh, oh, oh Look over yonder there On the farther shore On the farther shore Look over yonder there I see a ship of gold I see a ship of gold Beyond that mountain there I see a city on the hill Its gates are open wide I hear the ringing bells Look over yonder there On toward the burying ground Poor boy is all afire Poor boy is dead and gone Poor boy is dead and gone One of these days the ship of gold Will carry me to my reward Out of this world it will take me To hear the horns of Jubilee Pig fat and old pork rinds Ain't enough to keep a man alive The bullfrog sleeps all day Come night, he has his say Believe I'm fixing to die Believe I'll take my rest Believe I'm fixing to die Believe I'll take my rest Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home Oh, oh, oh Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home Oh, oh, oh © FREON JUSTICE MUSIC; SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com