Audubon lyrics

Audubon lyrics

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Send "Audubon" Ringtone to your Cell Well, i was born in a town called audubon Southwest iowa, right where it oughta been Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons, And a feed mill in nineteen-thirty. Had a neon sign, said "squealer feeds" And the bus came through when they felt the need And they stopped at a place there in town called the old home cafe Now my daddy was a music lovin` man He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol` hands He`d lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play the violin And mom played piana, just the keys in the middle And dad played a storm on his three-fingered fiddle `cause that`s all there was to do back there folks, except ta go downtown and watch haircuts So i was raised on dust bowl tunes, you see Had a six-tube radio an` no tv It was so dog-goned hot i had to wet the bed in the summer just to keep cool. Yeah, many`s a night i`d lay awake A-waitin` for a distant station break Just a-settin` and a-wettin` an` a-lettin` that radio fry. Well, i listened to nashville and tulsa and dallas And oklahoma city gave my ear a callus And i`ll never forget them announcers at three a.m. They`d come on an` say "friends, there`s many a soul who needs us "so send them letters an` cards ta jesus "that`s j-e-s-u-s friends, in care a` del rio, texas." But the place i remember, on the edge a` town Was the place where you really got the hard-core sound Yeah, a place where the truckers used ta stop on their way to dees moins There was signs all over them windowsills Like "if the devil don`t get ya, then roosevelt will" And "the bank don`t sell no beer, and we don`t cash no checks." Now them truckers never talked about nothin` but haulin` And the four-letter words was really appallin` They thought them home-town gals was nothin` but toys for their amusement. Rode chevys and macks and big ol` stacks They`s always complainin` `bout their livers an` backs But they was fast-livin`, strung-out, truck-drivin` son of a guns Now the gal waitin` tables was really classy Had a rebuilt motor on a fairly new chassis And she knew how to handle them truckers; name was mavis davis Yeah, she`d pour `em a coffee, then she`d bat her eyes Then she`d listen to `em tell `er some big fat lies Then she`d ask `em how the wife and kids was, back there in joplin? Now mavis had all of her ducks in a row Weighed ninety-eight pounds; put on quite a show Remind ya of a couple a` cub scouts tryin` ta set up a sears, roebuck pup tent There`s no proposition that she couldn`t handle Next ta her, nothin` could hold a candle Not a hell of a lot upstairs, but from there on down, disneyland! Now the truckers, on the other hand, was really crass They remind ya of fingernails a-scratchin` on glass A-stompin` on in, leavin` tracks all over the montgomery ward linoleum Yeah, they`d pound them counters and kick them stools They`s always pickin` fights with the local fools But one look at mavis, and they`d turn into a bunch a` tomcats Well, i`ll never forget them days gone by I`s just a kid, `bout four foot high But i never forgot that lesson an` pickin` and singin`, the country way Yeah, them walkin`, talkin` truck stop blues Came back ta life in seventy-two As "the old home filler-up an` keep on a-truckin` cafe" Oh, the old home filler-up an` keep on a-truckin` Oh, the old home filler-up an` keep on a-truckin` Oh, the old home filler-up an` keep on a-truckin` cafe Oh, the old home filler-up an` keep on a-truckin` Oh, the old home filler-up an` keep on a-truckin` Oh, the old home filler-up an` keep on a-truckin` cafe Send " Audubon" Ringtone to your Cell Audubon lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Audubon lyrics @ ELyrics | Audubon lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Audubon lyrics @ Songlyrics | Audubon lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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