Bob Away My Blues
Written by Toy Caldwell
Publisher Spirit One Music

I'm going down to the river, I got a cane pole in my hand
Got my red worms in a Maxwell house coffee can
I'm gonna sit under a shade tree on a river bank where it's cool
I'm gonna close my eyes and deam and let the cork bob away my blues
Well, I'd wake up every morning, I'd pick peaches all day
And on Saturday night we'd have a dance or two, we might wallow in the hay
Well, the only thing that ever whipped my pa was this bad dude called
"old age" But 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 a while
Why don't you move to the city, make a little money
You might be the first one in the family
To ever die with a smile."

I took his advice, things are going well, but my friends are far and few
Whoever said this city boy can't have them county blues
Whoever said this city boy can't have them county blues
Whoever said this city boy can't have them county blues
Well, honey, they ain't talked to me and you