Sickness will surely take the mind
Where minds can’t usually go.
Come on the amazing journey
And learn all you should know.
Aye, Calypso, the place’s you’ve been to,
the things that you’ve shown us, the stories you tell.
Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed
It’s the hillbilly rock, beat it with a drum
Playin’ them guitars like shootin from a gun
Keepin’ up the rhythm, steady as a clock
Doin’ a little thing called the hillbilly rock
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can’t hide it
And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws
You can’t help but hollering, Yee Haw!
If you really want to make it shine
Just throw up a dollar or quarter or a dime
Everybody’s gonna have a real good time
With the fiddle and guitar band
Well, it’s a nickel for the fiddler, it’s a nickel for his tune
It’s a nickel for the tambourine and kind of afternoon
And it’s a high holiday on the 21st of June
And it’s country music in the park and everybody’s ruined
Well, you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow
Kick off your shoes and you throw 'em on the floor
Dance in the kitchen 'til the morning light,
Louisiana Saturday night!
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.
I’m a little bit rock and roll.
Everything is awesome!
Roll on highway, roll on along.
Roll on Daddy till you get back home.
Roll on family, roll on crew.
Roll on Momma like I asked you to do.
Roll on buddy
And make your time
I done broke down
And I can’t make mine
Honk-honk, rattle, rattle, rattle,
Crash, beep, beep.
Honk-honk, rattle, rattle, rattle,
Crash, beep, beep.
Engine it goes boom, boom;
Engine it goes boom, boom;
Front seat, backseat, boys and girls,
Take you riding in my car.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
all through the town!
Round and round
With love we’ll find a way, just give it time
Round and round
What comes around goes around, I’ll tell you why
I’ll be the roundabout
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
I spend the day your way
Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley
Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free