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Million Years

A faster, dirtier version of this with an upright bass and some barroom piano would work well...


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Smoke in the air and the pigs on the spit

She’s already dressed for it

And a pretty young boy is hanging by his neck

He never even learned about fear

I wouldn’t miss it

Miss it in a million years


Big John Sullivan stung by a bee

Said, “Why these things always happen to me?”

Spends an hour and a half hiding up in a tree

When he comes down everybody cheers

I wouldn’t miss it

Miss it in a million years


And the lady wants to know

Has anyone ever known greater wealth?

And I love her so much I believe it myself


Dirt in the liquor and ash in the wine

All these people and I don’t mind

So many places and so little time

But it’s all happening here

I wouldn’t miss it

Miss it in a million years


The banjo player is burning out a tic

He begs for the ladies to show off a little tit

When they do he says he appreciates it

He’s laughing through his tears

I wouldn’t miss it

Miss it in a million years


And the lady wants to know

Has anyone ever known greater wealth?

And I love her so much I believe it myself


My first cousin is sittin’ on a log

Waiting for his lady to come along

Singing ‘Bring me a little water Sylvie

Bring me a little water now

Bring me a little water Sylvie

Every little once in a while’


Someone who shouldn’t goes and gets behind the wheel

Gets stuck in the mud and the tires squeal

Gets out of the car and losses his meal

Says “why you people staring at me like deers?”


I wouldn’t miss it

Miss it in a million years


And the lady wants to know

Has anyone ever known greater wealth?

And I love her so much I believe it myself


From Turkey Doolin at the Ya’ll Zig, released July 12, 2019

Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364). Published by Watery Grave Music ASCAP (396517127)

Recorded by Yuval Ziegler


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