| Song | Bob Away My Blues |
| Artist | The Marshall Tucker Band |
| Album | Searchin' For A Rainbow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Caldwell | |
| Well I'm goin' 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 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 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 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 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 |
| zuo ci : Caldwell | |
| Well I' m goin' 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 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 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 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 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 |
| zuò cí : Caldwell | |
| Well I' m goin' 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 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 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 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 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 |