eevee speevees - Country Mountain Boys

By four o'clock he's leaning
By five o'clock it burns
Twelve or fourteen hands with only one major concern
They work just like a section
A sequence of events
Twenty bales an hour boys we've got to make that rent

Tell him - no, don't tell him when it ends

They'd yell em up, and he'd pick em' out
You could hear that longing jump right out their sound
And those steel-toed boots nearly broke the ground
When those Country Mountain Boys rolled into town

There's Jimbo on the fiddle
His fingers quick like ants
But only once he stops the shakes at fifteen minutes in
May he catch up to Charlie
Who's punishing his steel
Flying like a bullet through the bars of Cripple Creek

Tell him, no don't tell him when it ends
Tell me, no don't tell me when it ends

They'd yell em up, and he'd pick em out
You could hear that longing jump right out their sound
And those steel-toed boots nearly broke the ground
When those Country Mountain Boys rolled into town

Then one October morning,
The third shift of the day
The Garnett had it out to make sure someone's dues got paid
It took all that it needed
Left him with a curse
Seven hundred twenty days it felt like it got worse

Tell him, no don't tell him when it ends
Tell me, no don't tell me when it ends

They'd yell em up, and he'd pick em out
You could hear that longing jump right out their sound
And those steel-toed boots nearly broke the ground
When those Country Mountain Boys rolled into town

Written by:
Tony Vangi

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