Buck the Taxidermist - Chinese Stratocaster

I can't come around here again, probably won't hear the 'Cluck ol' Hen'
Electric's what I like, it really turns on the lights
Got a Chinese Strat for a steal on love lost in Olive Hill
And the boy's in college now, he probably got him a college gal
My little brother lives down south, swings on a string from an open mouth
And he waits the days away and every day he works my momma prays

Oh Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord

I landed on the planet in the middle of the week and I was healthy but my mom was weak
And her mother made a fuss, cried to Kansas on a Greyhound bus
But I learned to live where they lay the dead on satin sheets and the baby's breath
And I hated nothing more than the smell of flowers in the grocery store

Oh Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord
Oh, Lord
Lord
Oh Lord

I was thinking 'bout song about a song about Spanish leather brought big tears to my brown eyes
I wondered could there ever be another, Mr. Zimmerman sing it again
A Spanish princess across the golden ocean, could she be the one that's true
Where on Earth did you get that notion, to find some royalty for you

Oh Lord

Written by:
Kyle Ayres

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