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I'll Hold Your HeadFour bald tires on an old Impala17 degrees, South Alabama Mama needs money and we're late for school Pickin' out the parts on a Bob Wills tune I got a scrambled egg sandwich In a Folger's can Daddy says he'll never work for the man I'll hold your head I'll ease your mind I'll sing you a lullaby Sit here by the fire Tomorrow's Sunday Come and rest your soul Let me be your good book Story's all been told I'll hold your head Yeah, the world's gone crazy, can't save your sin He shouldn't be driving in the shape he's in Icy cold water in the Santa Bogue I hear a Ford pickup on the old dirt road Mammy's down the hill hullin' peas in a pan Dandy's got a bucket and a hoe in his hand I'll hold your head I'll ease your mind Let me sing you a lullaby Sit here by the fire Tomorrow's Sunday Come and rest your soul Let me be your good book Story's all been told I'll hold your head It ain't fair for a youngun' all this hurtin' Battlin' the blues and the beer and the bourbon Come on Sissy, let's close the door Don't want to hear the noise no more 'Cause, I'll hold your head I'll ease your mind Let me sing you a lullaby Sit here by the fire Tomorrow's Sunday Come and rest your soul Let me be your good book Story's all been told I'll hold your head (We ain't got a barrel of money) I'll ease your mind (Maybe we're ragged and funny) Let me sing you a lullaby (Travelin' along) Sit here by the fire (Singin' a song) Tomorrow's Sunday (All of our troubles have parted) Come and rest your soul (We'll be the same as we started) I'll be your good book (Drivin' along) Story's all been told (Singin' a song) I'll hold your head Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm I'll hold your head Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh |