Far Appalachia ‘cross to St. Simons Sound
Jean Rousseau, I hope we’ve done you proud
Catfish skin white and lacquered thin
Come down from the hills with your shirt tucked in
Quick, find the sawtoothed Jericho
She’s moonshine drunk hanging all over me
These rituals
Them dark spells
Come on cast ‘em mama
Ain’t no shaman but I’ll wade through the slough & the scruff
Cause going to water ain’t enough
Sweating out the milkweed in Rabun County
We were born from the myth don’t you ever doubt it
On the slaughter-bench of history gasping for air
Sеquoyah plays lacrosse with a ball made of hair
Quick, find the sawtoothеd Jericho
She’s moonshine drunk hanging all over me
These rituals
Them dark spells
Come on cast ‘em mama
Ain’t no shaman but I’ll wade through the slough & the scruff
Cause going to water ain’t enough
Bought me a setter out of Ellijay
A tri-colored Llewelyn six-months trained
Flush him a covey he can run them fields
I’d pawn my fiddle for to go his bail
Cause we like the chase of that Holy Grail
Yeah, we like the taste of that bobwhite quail
Yeah, we like the taste of that bobwhite quail
Yeah, we like the taste of that bobwhite quail
Housekeeping with my best gal Rose
The lastingest dog you will ever know
Quick, find the sawtoothed Jericho
Quick, find the sawtoothed Jericho
Quick, find the sawtoothed Jericho
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