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Grayson Capps - Ed Lee lyrics
Now old uncle Ed Lee, is bad to drink Couldn’t hold a job, he’d just sit there and think But he had two daughters, that’s both valedictorian Graduated in May, they never come back home again Ed Lee and his wife, alone at the house She held his whiskey ‘bove the sink, she poured it all out Now Ed Lee said, “Look here woman, my job here is done” Packed up his books, was out on the run Built himself a shack on the Conecuh River A pretty little place built out of fallen timber His wife baked him a cake, she said “Daddy, please come home” He said, there’s nothing here but us chickens, and we prefer to be alone Ed Lee lived off them old Norwegian sardines He ordered classical literature from the magazine Drank a whole entire bottle of whiskey every day Until a pile of whiskey bottles began to grow in the shade Bought himself a sack of that old Quikrete cement Commenced to build himself a whiskey bottle fence The Evan Williams, the Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, oh you know what I mean Stuff like Jameson, Bushmills if he ever had any money If he never had any money, it was stuff like Ten High, Four Roses and Revillier (sp?) But he got to the bottom of a bottle of Old Crow and Up, up to heaven, heaven here we go. Ed Lee died ladies and Gentleman, just about 30 years ago. And somebody else lives there these days, who it is, we do know His name is Jimmy Wilson, holding up the back wall of Jimmy Wilson’s tool shed, a little stretch of the that fence is still standing today Stands about six feet high and ten feet wide It’s underneath an old cutler (sp?) vine Oh my God, I cain’t believe my eyes Ed Lee’s whiskey bottle fence is still standing high today Yes it is ladies and gentleman, headed down highway 41, South of Brewton, Alabama Its over the Conecuh River bridge, headed down toward Pensacola, Florida, A little town called Riverview to a cross roads at a Shell Station, White Horse Tavern, take a left at the dirt road. Instead of taking a left you’ll go to the boat launch and take a right Three houses to the left off of Jimmy Wilson’s land Hey, hoh, well oh yeah |
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