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This Is How We Do Things In The Country

๐Ÿ‘ค Slim Cessna's Auto Club โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ SCAC 102 An Introduction for Young and Old Europe โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 5:18
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โฑ๏ธ 5:18 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

The first and last time I met her
We was children seven years by
She held my hand so softly
She was perfectly shy

My family went to wander
Six years in foreign lands
I returned home last evening
To take her by my hand

Long about break of morning
I met with my girl
she looked at me with crossed eyes
So I sent her from this world

I cracked her with my shovel
She bent my shovel's plane
She still had them crossed eyes
As I dug her crooked grave

This is how it's always been
This is how we do things in the country

Long the next morning
The rains they came down
Washed away that crooked grave
Washed her straight into town

She nudged against Judge Henry
She looked at him with cocked eyes
Judge Henry, he's as thick as the best built dam
But even he knew she'd passed on by

Long late that evening
I sought her kin folk out
I asked to sing at her funeral
They said, "Son we'd be proud"

My song it began to bend and break
As the box went in the ground
They dug her a brand new hole
With walls straight up and down

x2

Late in the dark time
I went creeping round the town
Into every pineboard shed
All their tools I did found

I put them in my vice grip
Turned them to the left and right
Returned them to their tool sheds
Straightened out this town with might

Now when they hoe a garden
Everything angles to the northeast
When they raise a new building
It leans askew and lord does it creak
Now when they shape the new tools
From the ones he's made unstraight
See every which way think they cross it up
Lord these crooked graves they will be our fate.

x4

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.75] The first and last time I met her
[00:04.16] We was children seven years by
[00:07.86] She held my hand so softly
[00:11.15] She was perfectly shy
[00:14.96] My family went to wander
[00:18.22] Six years in foreign lands
[00:22.39] I returned home last evening
[00:25.53] To take her by my hand
[00:30.80]
[00:36.65] Long about break of morning
[00:39.74] I met with my girl
[00:43.18] she looked at me with crossed eyes
[00:46.33] So I sent her from this world
[00:50.32] I cracked her with my shovel
[00:53.64] She bent my shovel's plane
[00:57.50] She still had them crossed eyes
[01:00.48] As I dug her crooked grave
[01:04.38] This is how it's always been
[01:07.82] This is how we do things in the country
[01:19.12]
[01:25.53] Long the next morning
[01:28.62] The rains they came down
[01:32.51] Washed away that crooked grave
[01:35.29] Washed her straight into town
[01:39.41] She nudged against Judge Henry
[01:42.53] She looked at him with cocked eyes
[01:45.87] Judge Henry, he's as thick as the best built dam
[01:49.15] But even he knew she'd passed on by
[01:53.97]
[02:00.52] Long late that evening
[02:03.52] I sought her kin folk out
[02:07.58] I asked to sing at her funeral
[02:10.09] They said, "Son we'd be proud"
[02:13.91] My song it began to bend and break
[02:17.13] As the box went in the ground
[02:21.06] They dug her a brand new hole
[02:24.26] With walls straight up and down
[03:20.59] x2
[03:22.62]
[03:36.52] Late in the dark time
[03:39.18] I went creeping round the town
[03:43.58] Into every pineboard shed
[03:46.26] All their tools I did found
[03:50.63] I put them in my vice grip
[03:53.73] Turned them to the left and right
[03:57.64] Returned them to their tool sheds
[04:00.67] Straightened out this town with might
[04:04.35] Now when they hoe a garden
[04:07.89] Everything angles to the northeast
[04:11.38] When they raise a new building
[04:14.43] It leans askew and lord does it creak
[04:18.26] Now when they shape the new tools
[04:21.30] From the ones he's made unstraight
[04:24.78] See every which way think they cross it up
[04:28.38] Lord these crooked graves they will be our fate.
[05:02.11] x4
[05:02.14]

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