Bob Away My Blues Lyrics

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Well I'm goin' down to the river
I've got a cane pole in my hand
I've got my redworms in a Maxwell house coffee can
I'm gonna sit under a shade tree on a riverbank where it's cool
I'm gonna close my eyes and dream and let the cork Bob away my blues
Well I wake up every mornin' I pick peaches all day
And on Saturday night we'll have a dance or two
we might wallow in the hay
Now the only thing that ever whipped my pa
Was this bad dude called old age
And his last years were 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 a little money
you might be the first one in the family ever to die with a smile
Well I took his advice things goin' well
But my friends are far and few
But whoever said a city boy can't have them country blues
Whoever said a city boy can't have them country blues
Whoever said a city boy can't have them country blues
Well honey they ain't talked to me and you
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(The last line is played one strum per chord)