Billy Strings – Broomstraw Philosophers And Scuppernong Wine (Guitar)

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Ridin' in a taxi cab in New York City

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Driver man sayin' how he think it's a pity

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How you southern boys come happy and you leave uptight

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Don't you worry 'bout me, I'm a be alright

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Listen Mr. taxi man, I come from a long line

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Of broomstraw philosophers and home made scuppernong wine...

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Good Georgia wine

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And I been, I been;

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If I ain't careful I'll be goin' again

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I've been rode hard and put up wet, if I ain't learned no lesson yet

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I don't believe... I'm gonna learn it in your taxi

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In no damn taxi

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Started to sell my soul in the pawn shops in the city

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And I looked into the eyes of the pawn man and asked him

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Did he know how much blood and gut was in the guitar

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He said listen here brother, I don't care what you are

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Listen Mr. ticket man, I come from a long line

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Of broomstraw philosophers and home squeezed scuppernong wine...

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Sweet Georgia wine

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And I been, I been;

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If I ain't careful I'll be goin' again

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I've been rode hard and put up wet, if I ain't learned no lesson yet

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I don't believe... I'm gonna learn it in your pawn shop

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In your damn pawn shop

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The Pusher man was watchin' when I sold my dreams

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He said "now listen to me brother, it ain't bad as it seems

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I know how this world can feel so hard and cold

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I got a little medicine for your good soul"

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Listen Mr. pusher man, I come from a long line

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Of broomstraw philosophers and home squeezed scuppernong wine...

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That good Georgia wine

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And I been, I been;

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If I ain't careful I'll be goin' again

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I've been rode hard and put up wet, if I ain't found no answers yet

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I don't believe... I'm gonna find 'em in a needle

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In no damn needle

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I've been rode hard and put up wet

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If I ain't found no home here yet

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Papa said, don't forget about your home down in Georgia

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Good old Georgia