A faster, dirtier version of this with an upright bass and some barroom piano would work well...
Smoke in the air and the pigs on the spit
She’s already dressed for it
And a pretty young boy is hanging by his neck
He never even learned about fear
I wouldn’t miss it
Miss it in a million years
Big John Sullivan stung by a bee
Said, “Why these things always happen to me?”
Spends an hour and a half hiding up in a tree
When he comes down everybody cheers
I wouldn’t miss it
Miss it in a million years
And the lady wants to know
Has anyone ever known greater wealth?
And I love her so much I believe it myself
Dirt in the liquor and ash in the wine
All these people and I don’t mind
So many places and so little time
But it’s all happening here
I wouldn’t miss it
Miss it in a million years
The banjo player is burning out a tic
He begs for the ladies to show off a little tit
When they do he says he appreciates it
He’s laughing through his tears
I wouldn’t miss it
Miss it in a million years
And the lady wants to know
Has anyone ever known greater wealth?
And I love her so much I believe it myself
My first cousin is sittin’ on a log
Waiting for his lady to come along
Singing ‘Bring me a little water Sylvie
Bring me a little water now
Bring me a little water Sylvie
Every little once in a while’
Someone who shouldn’t goes and gets behind the wheel
Gets stuck in the mud and the tires squeal
Gets out of the car and losses his meal
Says “why you people staring at me like deers?”
I wouldn’t miss it
Miss it in a million years
And the lady wants to know
Has anyone ever known greater wealth?
And I love her so much I believe it myself
From Turkey Doolin at the Ya’ll Zig, released July 12, 2019
Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364). Published by Watery Grave Music ASCAP (396517127)
Recorded by Yuval Ziegler
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