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[00:00.00]16 Shells From A Thirty-Ought Six - John Hammond
[00:14.06]And a black crow snuck through
[00:16.05]A hole in the sky
[00:21.16]So I spent all my buttons on an
[00:24.14]Old pack mule
[00:28.39]And I made me a ladder from
[00:30.96]A pawn shop marimba
[00:35.68]And I leaned it up against
[00:38.15]A dandelion tree
[00:39.83]And I filled me a sachel
[00:50.86]Full of old pig corn
[00:57.57]And I beat me a billy
[01:02.76]From an old French horn
[01:12.07]And I kicked that mule
[01:14.15]To the top of the tree
[01:16.27]And I blew me a hole
[01:21.37]'Bout the size of a kick drum
[01:26.63]And I cut me a switch
[01:28.73]From a long branch elbow
[01:33.85]I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
[01:37.58]Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six
[01:49.45]Whittle you into kindlin'
[01:52.89]Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six
[02:04.07]Well I slept in the holler
[02:05.93]Of a dry creek bed
[02:11.23]And I tore out the buckets
[02:13.39]From a red Corvette tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
[02:19.15]Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
[02:25.78]You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
[02:33.15]With the strings of a washburn
[02:35.54]Stretched like a clothes line
[02:40.50]You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
[02:47.90]I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
[02:55.20]Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six
[03:06.16]Whittle you into kindlin'
[03:09.91]Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six
[03:20.88]Now I hold him prisoner
[03:23.09]In a washburn jail
[03:28.16]That stapped on the back
[03:30.19]Of my old kick mule
[03:32.39]Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
[03:36.20]I bang on the strings just
[03:37.93]To drive him crazy
[03:42.90]I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
[03:47.02]Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
[03:49.28]I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
[03:54.54]Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six
[04:04.82]Whittle you into kindlin'
[04:17.76]Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six

文本歌词


16 Shells From A Thirty-Ought Six - John Hammond
And a black crow snuck through
A hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an
Old pack mule
And I made me a ladder from
A pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up against
A dandelion tree
And I filled me a sachel
Full of old pig corn
And I beat me a billy
From an old French horn
And I kicked that mule
To the top of the tree
And I blew me a hole
'Bout the size of a kick drum
And I cut me a switch
From a long branch elbow
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six
Well I slept in the holler
Of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets
From a red Corvette tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched like a clothes line
You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six
Now I hold him prisoner
In a washburn jail
That stapped on the back
Of my old kick mule
Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
To drive him crazy
I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16shells from a thirty-ought-six

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