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Bob Away My Blues - Clint Black

Written by：Toy Caldwell

Well I'm going down to the river

Ive got a canepole

In my hand

Ive 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 as and dream

And let that cork bob away my blues

Well I wake up

Every morning I pick peaches all day

And on saturday nights 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 ive worked this dirt

All my life but things aint been good for

Awhile

Why don't you move to the city

Make alittle money you might be the first one in

The family ever to die with a smile

I took his advice things going 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 aint talked

To me and you