Lyrics Ship of Gold - Clutch
Tin
shacks
and
catfish
bones
Been
′bout
all
I
ever
known
The
junebugs
rattle
and
roll
Around
the
old
maypole
Thunder
and
lightning
I
said
the
catfish
are
biting
I
took
a
riverboat
downstream
I
think
you
know
what
I
mean
The
chicken
hawks,
they
are
gathering
Above
my
head,
they
are
circling
Old
friends
coming
out
visiting
Say,
"Hi,"
talk
about
collecting
Stray
dogs
won't
come
near
me
Was
blind,
now
I
see
clearly
Believe
I′m
fixing
to
die
When
you're
living
in
the
country
it's
"why,
oh
why?"
Whoa,
I′m
sorry
that
I
left
my
home
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa,
I′m
sorry
that
I
left
my
home
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Look
over
yonder
there
On
the
farther
shore
On
the
farther
shore
Look
over
yonder
there
I
see
a
ship
of
gold
I
see
a
ship
of
gold
Beyond
that
mountain
there
I
see
a
Citty-on-the-Hille
Its
gates
are
open
wide
I
hear
the
ringing
bells
Look
over
yonder
there
On
toward
the
burying
ground
Poor
boy
is
all
afire
Poor
boy
is
dead
and
gone
Whoa,
Poor
boy
is
dead
and
gone
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa
One
of
these
days
the
Ship
of
Gold
Will
carry
me
to
my
reward
Out
of
this
world
it
will
take
me
To
hear
the
horns
of
Jubilee
Pig
fat
and
old
pork
rinds
Ain't
enough
to
keep
a
man
alive
The
bullfrog
sleeps
all
day
Come
night
he
has
his
say
Believe
I′m
fixing
to
die
Believe
I'll
take
my
rest
Believe
I′m
fixing
to
die
Believe
I'll
take
my
rest
Whoa,
I′m
sorry
that
I
left
my
home.
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa,
I'm
sorry
that
I
left
my
home.
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
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