Broomstraw Philosophers and Scuppernong Wine

歌詞

Umm, Hmmm Umm, hmmm Ridin' in a taxi cab in New York City, Driver man sayin' how he think it's a pity How you southern boys come happy and you leave uptight, Don't you worry 'bout me I'm a be alright Listen Mr. taxi man, I come from a long line of broomstraw philosophers and home squeezed scuppernong wine... Good Georgia wine And I been, Lord, I been; If I ain't careful I'll be goin' again I've been rode hard and put up wet, If I ain't learned no lesson yet, I don't believe... I'm gonna learn it in your taxi, in your taxi mmm, hmmm. Mmm, hmmm Started to sell my soul in the pawn shops in the city And I looked into the eyes of the pawn man and asked him Did he know how much blood and gut was in the guitar Here's your ticket brother I don't care what you are Listen Mr. ticket man I come from a long line of broomstraw philosophers and home squeezed scuppernong wine... Sweet Georgia wine And I been, Lord, I been If I ain't careful I'll be goin' again I've been rode hard and hung up wet, if I ain't asked for no sympathy yet then I don't believe... I'll try to get it in your pawn shop In your pawnshop Mmm, hmmm The Pusher man was watchin' when I sold my dreams He said" now listen to me brother, it ain't bad as it seems I know how this world can feel so hard and cold I got a little medicine for your bruised soul" Listen Mr. pusher man I come from a long line of broomstraw philosophers and home squeezed scuppernong wine... Sweet Georgia wine And I been, Lord, I Been If I ain't careful I'll be gone again I've been rode hard and hung up wet, if I ain't found no answers yet I know damn well, I'll never get 'em in no needle In no needle I've been rode hard and hung up wet If I ain't found a home here yet My papa said, don't you forget your home in Georgia Back in Georgia Mm, hmm Mmm, hmmm