Bobby Darin - Long Line Rider Lyrics
Wettin' it down, bossWet it downWipin' it off, bossWipe it off.Doin' ten to twenty hardSwingin' twelve pounds in the yardEvery dayEvery day.I came in with a group of twentyThere ain't left but half as manyIn the clayIn the clay.Long line rider, turn away.There's a farm in ArkansasGot some secrets in its floorIn decayIn decay.You can tell where they're atNothin' grows, the ground is flatWhere they layWhere they lay.Long line rider, turn away.All the records show so clearNot a single man was hereAnywayAnyway.That's the tale the warden tellsAs he counts his empty shellsBy the dayBy the day.Hey, long line rider, turn away.Somone screams investigate'scuse me sir it's a little lateLet us prayLet us pray.This kinda thing can't happen here'specially not in an election yearOutta my wayOutta my way.Hey, long line rider, turn away.There's a funny taste in the airBig bulldozers everywhereDiggin' clayTurnin' clay.And the ground coughs up some rootsWearin' denim shirts and bootsHaul 'em awayHaul 'em away.Hey, long line rider, turn away.Well I heard a brother moanWhy they plowin' up my homeIn this wayIn this way.I said, buddy, shake your gloomThey're just here to make more roomIn the clay.U.S.A
