Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday Dirt, artist - Doc Watson. Album song Live at Club 47, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 08.02.2018
Record label: Aprs, BMI
Song language: English
Everyday Dirt |
John come home all in a wonder, |
Rattled at the door just like thunder. |
«Who is that?"Mister Hendley cried, |
«It is my husband! |
You must hide!» |
She held the door till old man Hendley |
Jumping and jerking went up the chimney. |
John come in, looked all around, |
But not a soul could be found. |
John sat down by the fireside weeping, |
Up the chimney he got to peeping. |
There he saw the poor old soul |
Sittin' a-straddle of the pot-rack pole. |
John built on a rousing fire |
Just to suit his own desire. |
His wife called out with a free good will, |
«Don't do that, for the man you’ll kill!» |
John reached up and down he fetched him |
Like a racoon dog he catched him. |
He blacked his eyes and then he did better: |
He kicked him out upon his setter. |
His wife she crawled in under the bed, |
He pulled her out by the hair of the head. |
«When I’m gone, remember this!» |
And he kicked her where the kicking is best. |
The law came down and John went up, |
He didn’t have the chance of a yellow pup, |
Sent him down to the old chain gang |
For beating his wife, the dear little thing. |
When he got off, he went back to court, |
His wife she got him for non-support. |
John didn’t worry and John didn’t cry |
But when he got close, he socked her in the eye. |
Took John back to the old town jail |
His wife she come and paid his bail. |
Won’t be long till he’ll be loose -- |
I could tell more about it but there ain’t no use. |