Song Description

An invitation to a hidden party pad in a dry county.

Lyrics

?One John Deere?

Well, outside of the city, just before the county line
There?s an old dirt road heading off to the east, it?s a little bit hard to find
Just take state road 173, to where the swamp and pine trees meet
Then it?s about a half mile down Cow Pen road, over Sweet Black water Creek
There?s a hole in the wall where everybody goes


(CHORUS)
We got eight ball shooters, hot wings And hooters,
And people throwing darts at the wall, beneath the beer sign
There?s a live band playin?, sweet lovers swayin?,
And Pretty girls dancing in line, oh what a great time

There ain?t a single sign to show you that it?s here
Look for a dozen motorcycles, forty somethin? trucks,
A few cars, and one John Deere

(Instrumental)

This county?s been dry forever, and that?s been made perfectly clear
So don?t forget to bring your bottle, ?cause we would never have it here
And if you?ve ever been a picker, bring what ever you may play
?Cause we love to jam out all night long, that?s how the band is made
So get ready for a rockin? time tonight


(CHORUS)
(TAG)


Unpublished Work
© 2006, James K. Hoy