Banjo Buggy Blues

Yeah, gather

round

the wagon wheel Got that acoustic thump for real (hahaha)

Rolled into town with a leaky old tin can Three broke cousins

and an oversized frying pan Blew in the jug and the town

square shook Sheriff dropped his donut with a puzzled look Got the

spoons clicking steady on a patch-leather knee Trading two fresh eggs for

some rhythm and tea

Rhymes so nimble, dusty boots in the dirt Spitting gold coins right

out of my flannel shirt

Now hear that whistle from the creek nearby We crank the engine

and we aim up high One,

two, blow that tune We rattle all the dishes till the afternoon

We are the rolling jugband crew

Making heavy bass outta morning dew

(blow it!) Spilling verses while the cart rolls past Got a wooden

wheel groove that's built to last Laughing all the way down the

gravel mile Bringing heavy thump with a crooked smile

Mayor yelled halt, but the rhythm said no

Tuned up the jaw harp,

stole the whole show Got a washboard scratching like a vinyl disc

Playing for a nickel,

running high high risk Broke a banjo string,

didn't miss a single beat Got the stray alley dogs barking on

the street Heavy low jug shaking gravel in the road Hauling clever

lyrics by the tractor load

Wait, slow it down for the jug check (huff,

huff) Deep low tone coming straight from the neck No drum machine,

just a bottle and breath Beating out a rhythm that could charm

you to death (check it

out now) We are the rolling jugband crew

Making heavy bass outta morning dew

(blow it!) Spilling verses while the cart rolls past Got a wooden

wheel groove that's built to last Laughing all the way down the

gravel mile Bringing heavy thump with a crooked smile

Pack up the wagon,

put the cork back in

Head to the next town,

do it all again

(hahaha) Yeah,

mind the pothole