From: Dan Nicholas dan.nicholas@ACCESScanada.com
Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2002 16:33:23 -0400

Long Line Rider
By Bobby Darrin
Transcribed by Dan Nicholas



[Am]Wettin' it down boss  ... Wet it down
Wipin' it off boss ... Wipe it off

[Am]Doin ten to twenty hard swinging [D]twelve pounds of yard 
Ever[Am]day, everyday
I came in with a group of twenty there ain't [D]left but half as many
In the [Am]clay in the clay
Long [C]line [E]rider turn [Am]away

There's a farm in Arkansas got some secrets in it's floor
In decay, in decay
You can tell where they're at nothing grows the ground is flat
Where they lay, where they lay
Long line rider turn away

Oh the records shows so clear not a single man was here
Anyway, anyway
That's the tail the warden tells as he counts the empty cells
By the day by the day
Long line rider turn away

Someone screams investigate, excuse me sir it's a little late
Let us pray, let us pray
This kinda thing can't happen here specially not in election year
Outta my way, outta my way
Long line rider turn away

There's a funny taste in the air, people notice it everywhere
digin clay, turnin clay
And the ground coughs up some roots, wearin denim shirts & boots
Hauk 'em away haul 'em away
Long line rider turn away

Well I heard a brother moan why they round out my home
In this way, in this way
I said buddy don't be gloom, there just here to make more room
In the clay U.S.A


Dan
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