Back In '29

 

Ol' Joe Bryson lived down a dirt road in the holler

No use for no license and that automobile

He got to town on his own two feet

 

Tough stained hands from raisin' his cattle and d'bacca

And soft -hearted for the shiny clean Cherokee hair

Rosalee could sit on in her rockin' chair

 

A dollar a day he made at the sawmill by the river

And lost outta work like everyone and taxes comin' due

He heard the news and you know it's the truth

 

(BR)    Back in '29, back in nineteen and twenty-nine

 

            (CH)   He cried, Rosalee I'm leavin' at sunrise

                        I heard 'em talkin' down at the stockyard

                        There's jobs up north and I know it

                        Rosalee I'm walkin' to Detroit

                        Rosalee I'm walkin' to Detroit

 

            Back in '29, back in nineteen and twenty-nine

 

Ol' Joe Bryson sent money from Kentucky to the holler

Soft-hearted for the shiny clean Cherokee hair

Rosalee could sit on in her rockin' chair'

Back in '29, back in nineteen and twenty-nine

 

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The years rolled on past the wheels on his chair in the city

No use for no license and that automobile

He's gone to heaven with his own two feet

 

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                                                                        Malcolm Holcombe                                                                                                             © l993, Purple Girl Music/BMI