Earle Byrd From Mexia

歌詞

You know ol Earle Byrd down round Mexia Friscos the closest town Take a ride off the black top onto the chirt rock Take ya right by his house He got a cur dog chained to a dog wood And a mule that's meaner than shit He's got him a champion fighting rooster That Chickens the pride of the Uriah pit Served his country in Korea Served his time up in a cell For cooking up good homemade corn liquor The Kind that make a man go blind Kind that make a poor man richer When the folks vote the county dry Kind that'll get ya there quicker Put some slack back in ya jaw I'm talkin' that good homemade corn liquor Earl Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn Well now ol' Earle Byrd is an outlaw Sutton of the south Was the last of a breed didn't brag didn't need you to run off and run ya mouth Well now one time the grape vine wind and wind through the hollers up in Perdue Hill Well then follow the smoke stack way off the two track and that's where they found the still Did a ten year stint in Atmore prison farming in the fields For cooking up good homemade corn liquor The kind that make a man go blind Kind that make a poor man richer When the folks vote the county dry Kind that'll get ya there quicker Put some slack back in ya jaw I'm talkin that good homemade corn liquor Earl Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn Well now ol' Earle Byrd is 90 something sittin' on the porch. sippin' Nehi nawin' on a sugar cane shoe Ride out to the house and he'll tell ya all about all the rot gut rye that he used to brew He's a mountain of a man from Monroe an lord knows He don't deny nothing of the preminission Good ol boys from south Alabama make a livin during prohibition Cooking up good homemade corn liquor The kind that make a man go blind Kind that make a poor man richer When the folks vote the county dry Kind that'll get ya there quicker Put some slack back in ya jaw I'm talkin that good homemade corn liquor Earle Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn Till the crack of dawn Till the crack of dawn