The Boonville Blues
acoustic country banjo harmonicaLyrics
[Verse]
Out in Boonville, New York, where the winters bite hard,
Life in the sticks ain't just tending the farm yard.
Woke up one morning with a scratchin' fire inside,
An itch in my britches, nowhere to hide.
[Verse 2]
Headin' down Main Street, and wouldn't you know,
A rumble in my gut started takin' a toll.
Couldn't find a bathroom, not even a tree,
Next thing I know, there's a mess on my knee.
[Chorus]
It's the Boonville blues, where the small-town life,
Can leave ya scratchin' and gaspin' amidst all the strife.
When this ol' country boy feels nature's disgruntled call,
You laugh at yourself, no pride left at all.
[Verse 3]
Missy's at the diner, watchin' me stroll,
Tryin' to act casual with my ripped-up soul.
Nothin' stays secret in this little ol' town,
By sundown, word’s spread all around.
[Verse 4]
Well, my uncle’s laughin’ by his rusty old truck,
Said, “Son, go clean up and find some better luck.”
Grabbed some wet wipes and Ma's homemade salve,
Sittin' ‘round the porch, we couldn’t help but laugh.
[Chorus]
It's the Boonville blues, where the small-town life,
Can leave ya scratchin' and gaspin' amidst all the strife.
When this ol' country boy feels nature’s disgruntled call,
You laugh at yourself, no pride left at all.
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