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Old Crow Medicine Show Tennessee Pusher

You were born in St. Clare's Hospital But I say you were born up in the sky You come floatin' down over New Orleans To the sweet green levee on the riverside

me in the slammer If they catch me with that Alabama high test 65 southbound cruisin' with a half-pound Blue lights spinin' round, better put the hammer down Dirt road Tennessee

purple robe and a highway halo Passing train sound like silver Broken chain shine like gold Fortunes just a painted stone Gone where them hobos roam Crown

You can't blame a thief for stealing wallets That's just what they do Can't blame Mary for stealing hearts When you taste her barbecue She got a brisket

? If he gambles when he's in the town or city Tell him what he ought to do to win the round Do not fail to lend your hand and show him pity Always lift

, blood like jelly Three crows circle a dead tree One for the lover, one for the pusher One for the deputy Tennessee, Tennessee Tennessee pusher Tennessee pusher Tennessee pusher Tennessee pusher

Well, I met her on the corner of Broadway Said she'd seen me coming for a mile Guess I should of known she was troubled By the hoodwink in her eye She

in the slammer if they catch me with that Alabama high test 69 southbound, cruisin with a half pound Blue lights spinin round, better lay the hammer down Dirt road Tennessee

I'm just a weary soul, I got nowhere to go Where I can ease my mind, oh where can peace I find? I have a troubled mind, worried all the time They call