Eli Green

This gravel road leads to nowhere, momma
I walked three days without a ride
This gravel road leads to nowhere, momma
I walked three days without a ride
There'll be a camp in the ditch in the cove
Not a road, not an Indian in sight
Yonder lies Holly Springs
I reckon there I'll take my rest, now
Yonder lies Holly Springs
I reckon there I'll take my rest
Well, I'll rent me a pad in a railroad room
There I'll make up my bed
Well down at Eli Green's house
The homemade whiskey flows like wine, wine, wine
Oh, down at Eli Green's house
The homemade whiskey flows like wine
Well, that's that poor cabin there deep in the woods
Where the sun don't ever shine
He said, hand me down that bottle, son
Hand me down that old guitar, now
He said, hand me down that bottle, son
Hand me down that old guitar
Well, he's sittin' in a corner with a shotgun slide
Eli Green don't have no pa
Well, I woke up in the bushes, Lord
Eli Green's house it was gone
Well, I woke up in the bushes, Lord
Eli Green's house it was gone
Well, now there ain't no cabin there deep in the woods
And a sheriff wants me out of town