he may be a fool but he's our fool...

Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show

With some smart ass New York Jew

And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox

And the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too

Well he may be a fool but he's our fool

If they think they're better than him they're wrong

So I went to the park and I took some paper along

And that's where I made this song



We talk real funny down here

We drink too much and we laugh too loud

We're too dumb to make it in no Northern town

And we're keepin' the niggers down



We got no-necked oilmen from Texas

And good ol' boys from Tennessee

And colleges men from LSU

Went in dumb. Come out dumb too

Hustlin' 'round Atlanta in their alligator shoes

Gettin' drunk every weekend at the barbecues

And they're keepin' the niggers down



CHORUS

We're rednecks, rednecks

And we don't know our ass from a hole in the ground

We're rednecks, we're rednecks

And we're keeping the niggers down



Now your northern nigger's a Negro

You see he's got his dignity

Down here we're too ignorant to realize

That the North has set the nigger free



Yes he's free to be put in a cage

In Harlem in New York City

And he's free to be put in a cage on the South-Side of Chicago

And the West-Side

And he's free to be put in a cage in Hough in Cleveland

And he's free to be put in a cage in East St. Louis

And he's free to be put in a cage in Fillmore in San Francisco

And he's free to be put in a cage in Roxbury in Boston

They're gatherin' 'em up from miles around

Keepin' the niggers down


so there ya goo.
I cant think of much to say today.
its all grey and nothing much happening.
had lunch with the olds.
some good stories and now back to the guitar.
A tabbed fingerpicked solo writtien by Peter Gelling.
From Australia!!!!

hehehehehehehe.

ICB
International Cricket Board of Control:
is going to fine Michael Clarke %200 of his match fee for wearing that stupid haircut!
so there ya go...
thank you Randy Newman and Johnyy Paycheck and Billy Jo Shaver......

From cotton to satin from Birmingham to Manhattan
C                            G7
From a pickup to a long limousine
C                                F
From cotton to satin from Birmingham to Manhattan
C          G7         C
She had to follow her dream

                     F                 C
I saved up enough to buy her one small diamond
                                       G7
That's the year that old tractor broke down
C                                  F               C
And the dream house I promised her still lies by a shade tree
                    G7         C
Some old bricks and boards all around

                          F               C
She begged me to take her to see New York City
                                    G7
So I mortgaged the farm and we were gone
C                           F              C
But while we were there she took up with a rich man
                   G7       C
I came back to the country alone

                              F                 C
Now there is the garden where she touched every flower
                                           G7
There's the meadow where we walked hand in hand
C                          F                  C
If only she'd waited she'd have more than she dreamed of
               G7               C
For today they struck oil on my land

                                          F
She went from cotton to satin from Birmingham to Manhattan
C                              G7
From a pickup to a lonely limousine
C                                F
From cotton to satin from Birmingham to Manhattan
C          G7         C
She had to follow her dream


She went from cotton to satin