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Mad River - Copper Plates lyrics
When I was a boy down in them blue Kentucky pines My pappy told me "Son, you pick a gentleman's crime. If you don't pull a gun To no mother's son It's so easy to find peace of mind." Grampa was a counterfeiter just like Uncle Ned Used to spend his nights a-toilin' o'er a warm copper plate Drinkin' whiskey from the still In the old wooden mill Crankin' out them twenty-dollar bills. [Refrain:] Country boy, livin' in the holler Try'n'a make a dollar bi-i-i-ill When I get old and the river gets cold If I ain't made it, my little boy will. All night long Kentucky breezes dried them on the rack Next mornin' Pappy left with $50,000 in a sack He was off to Louisville I guess he's there still He nevah come back to the hills So I was left alone with the career I would pursue There nevah seemed like there was just but one thing left to do But my lady she's so fair The sheriff gets his share There ain't much left for me when I get through [refrain] Oh I used to kinda hanker for a fine Kentucky farm With a long white picket fence and a race horse in the barn But my copper plates got wet Had to etch another set When the sheriff sounded some ol' false alarm But tonight my woman's gonna give them copper plates a shine My little boy's a-sleepin' and the whiskey's tastin' fine And a job just begun Is a job well done When the wind shakes them blue Kentucky pines. [refrain] |
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