Buddy Bee Anthony


High Hats And River Rats


Hardtack and whiskey
gone whistlin Dixie
on Cold River Run Way
Skatland fiddlin, spindle cut, kindlin
flaylin 'n' a balin hay

High hats and river rats
Mix it up like stray cats
Folding cards or pickin em up to play

Misters been mistressin
everyone is whisperin
how the rich rout bold knights
by seizing their days

Sippin on bourbon
It's gone high rise suburban
on old riverfront clay

Now, when I look high in the sky
no good reason comes back why

So, brother
you can keep your change,
I'm rolling back to the range
With my hardtack and whiskey
long gone whistlin Dixie
All dipsey doo dog day

Buddy Bee Anthony

Submitted: Monday, November 28, 2011
Edited: Saturday, July 05, 2014
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