DESCRIPTION:
georgia moon (charanghat/james)

well, i comb my head with a catfish back
made my bones in a dynamite shack
got a barrel full of monkeys neath my hood
squeeze me out a livin outta wire & wood

crawlin through the mud with a rich mans bride
til i stole out the window in a buffalo hide
yeah indiana pete got to georgia slim
go tell ol trouble, im lookin for him

shine on, michigan dawn
i got two lanes to ride, keep one light on
well, i left my woman in a dead mans room / heart in a dead mules room
gonna throw me a rope around the georgia moon

shadow yell crawdaddy puffin on coal
well, i can shake em dead, i got jelly to roll
tin-penny willow weepin in my bed
smoke em if you got em is what the straw boss said

bones are achin sleepin on nails
l&n to bama breakin over the rails
yeah, me & my boys are gonna go down slow
with some fried bananas & a bottle to go

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papa doc singin in the birmingham jail
whippin washtub bass on a kerosene pail
cuttin up the floor in his jailbird shoes
pluckin cot springs, spittin out blues

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