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Mr. Mason’s got his fingers on the knees of a girl And Mr. Dixon is shuffling the cards he’s gonna deal
They packed a car full of laundry and a trailer full of gin They crossed the state doing 90 and came rolling on in
They don’t mind the heavy lifting when it’s paid off the books They don’t mind a little missing but the cops are such crooks
Now it’s the dog days of summer and the counties so dry
They were welcome like kings by a million bloodshot eyes
They put the bird in the stove and leave it alone
Take it out when the meat’s just falling off the bone
They say the friends you make are the measure of a man If you believe that one they’ll be sleeping in your van
Some of these killers only want a little peace
But most of them want to be dancing in the street
They put the bird in the stove and leave it alone
Take it out when the meat’s just falling off the bone
They keep their bottles in the back where the kids can’t see They keep one for guests and one for emergencies
Someone called up the super and they broke down the door
They found them all in diamonds and singing for the poor
They put the bird in the stove and leave it alone
Take it out when the meat’s falling off the bone
Skipping stone the children left you all alone So just hit that road and skip yourself back home
Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364). Published by Watery Grave Music ASCAP (396517127)
Benjamin Adair Murphy - guitars, vocals
Roy Gurel - guitars, bass
Richard Murphy -sax