Lainhart

Walkin’ around lonely with the big boys, you’ve got nothing to listen to but yelling, and you’ve got nobody to hold you close at night, old Kentucky’s missing her Levi, so you’re back in these hills every night in your dreams, shoveling hog shit while ya sing Broccoli and see the Purple Bud Queen, bummin’ and hummin’ every night in your dreams, You can almost smell tomatoes on the vine, you can almost taste morels deep fried, you almost miss your daddy’s bitchin’ too, on Wisemantown, where God dropped you, don’t give up though the goin’ gets hard, keep on fightin’ like cocks in the yard, you got grit, Lainhart, yeah, you got grit, Lainhart, The farm ain’t the same with you not here, there’s no lovin’ and leavin’ ‘em, no bongs of beer, there’s no cute girls, lookin’ for lovin’ in town, they heard you left, now their tears fall down, you miss fishing for the women and the catfish too at Loch Wall twelve where the whiskey got you while Preston and the boys are missin’ you, you know we’d all take a bullet each for you, we’d all take a bullet for you, so don’t give up though the goin’ gets hard, keep on fightin’ like cocks in the yard, you got grit, Lainhart, yeah, you got grit, Lainhart