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Five and Dime
Chris Bullinger
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Packin' up our pistols, headin' down south
Gonna take the cotton from the cottonmouth
Put it in our pockets, dance all about
Packin' up our pistols, headin' down south
Cuttin' loose the dog from the old oak tree
He been tied down scratchin' ticks and fleas
Gonna free the hound from the master's leash
Cuttin' loose the dog from the old oak tree
Pilin' in the pickup with the pedal down
Bound ta git about to the outskirts of town
Takes us that far you'll never see us around
Pilin' in the pickup with the pedal down
Rollin' down the road like a five and dime
Got a couple cane poles and some fishin' line
Pass around the jug of grandma's homemade shine
Rollin' down the road like a five and dime
We got dirt on our boots
Faded old jeans
A tear in our shirt
A hole in our hat
A patchwork quilt full of hopes and dreams
I reckon it don't get better than that
We got grandpa's fiddle and a rosined bow
Gonna play every song grandpa knows
Gonna take a while 'cause he makes up his own
We got grandpa's fiddle and a rosined bow
We brought along the chickens but we left the goat
Cousin Jim was born with a golden throat
He can sing the goat's part note for note
So we brought along the chickens but we left the goat
Sister Sally plays a pretty mean jug
She can blow that jug without spittin' her plug
Everybody's gonna be cuttin' the rug
When Sister Sally plays her pretty mean jug
Don't hafta look far see what is real
Don't need a doctor know how you feel
When the music starts kick up your heels
You don't hafta look far ta see what is real
We got dirt on our boots
Faded old jeans
A tear in our shirt
A hole in our hat
A patchwork quilt full of hopes and dreams
I reckon it don't get better than that
Reckon it don't get better than that
Rollin' down the road like a five and dime
Got a couple pocket knives and some bailin' twine
Pass around the jug of grandma's homemade wine
Rollin' down the road like a five and dime