Lyrics Ed Lee - Grayson Capps

Ed Lee

The old uncle Ed Lee
He was bad to drink
Couldn’t hold a job, would just
Sit there and think
But he had two daughters, they’s both
Valedictorian
Graduated in May
Then never came back home again
Ed Lee and his wife
Alone at the house
She held his whiskey 'bove the sink
As she poured it all out
And Ed Lee said, «Look here woman
Now my job here is done»
Packed up his books
Was out on the run
Built himself a shack under
Conecuh River
A pretty little place
Built out of fallen timber
His wife built him a cake that said
«Daddy, please come home»
He said, «There's nothin' here but us chickens
And we prefer to be alone»
Ed Lee lived off them old Norwegian sardines
He ordered classical literature from the magazine
Drank a whole entire bottle of whiskey every day
Until a pile of whiskey bottles began to grow in the shade
Bought himself a sack of that old Quikrete cement
Commenced to build himself a whiskey bottle fence
The Evan Williams, the Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, oh you know what I mean
Stuff like Jameson, Bushmills if he ever had any money
If he never had any money, it was stuff like Ten High, Four Roses and Rebel Yell
But he got to the bottom of a bottle of Old Crow and
Up, up to heaven, heaven here we go
Ed Lee died ladies and Gentleman, just about 30 years ago
And somebody else lives there these days, who it is, we do know
His name is Jimmy Wilson, holding up the back wall of Jimmy Wilson’s tool shed,
a little stretch of the that fence is still standing today
Stands about six feet high and ten feet wide
It’s underneath an old cutler (sp?) vine
Oh my God, I cain’t believe my eyes
Ed Lee’s whiskey bottle fence is still standing high today
Yes it is ladies and gentleman, headed down highway 41, South of Brewton,
Alabama
Its over the Conecuh River bridge, headed down toward Pensacola, Florida
A little town called Riverview to a cross roads at a Shell Station,
White Horse Tavern, take a left at the dirt road
Instead of taking a left you’ll go to the boat launch and take a right
Three houses to the left off of Jimmy Wilson’s land
Hey, hoh, well oh yeah