Lyrics
george s overalls
I saw some old friends hangin from a tree on hobie s hill, you might as well try walkin round in someone else s skin Overalls, in my mind they kept a seein his farmed out patch of land
it was old george gudger s overalls a-drying on the line
And there stood old george behind, and he likes to work his land
at home before the mirror i seemed to be a different man
I ll forget about his debt, in my mind they kept a seein his farmed out patch of land, had to lean em to me wife last year
the knees looked almost bloody from the red hale county clay
you might as well try walkin round in someone else s skin
And now she gone and beat em half to death on that rock down by the stream, old george owes me money, now the knees looked almost bloody from the red hale county clay
At home before the mirror i seemed to be a different man, you know i walked just like a drunken man, and if these overalls will fit me
my brand new pair was stiffer than a starched-up sunday suit
had to lean em to me wife last year
They almost made me fall, old george owes me money
I ll forget about his debt, in my mind they kept a seein his farmed out patch of land, and there stood old george behind
in my mind they kept a seein his farmed out patch of land
George gudger s debts and prayers they kept him kneelin down all day, old george owes me money
George gudger s debts and prayers they kept him kneelin down all day, so i took him back his overalls and a week supply of food
cuz they re still old
But i owe him my respect, she bent down in the fields one day and split that tired old seam
So i took him back his overalls and a week supply of food, i also left my brand new pair and sneaked home in the nude
At home before the mirror i seemed to be a different man, and if these overalls will fit me
so i took him back his overalls and a week supply of food
the knees looked almost bloody from the red hale county clay
my brand new pair was stiffer than a starched-up sunday suit
In my mind they kept a seein his farmed out patch of land, she bent down in the fields one day and split that tired old seam Gudger's, but his could walk round by themselves and plow the corn to boot
So i took him back his overalls and a week supply of food, at home before the mirror i seemed to be a different man, the knees looked almost bloody from the red hale county clay
by their tattered legs they dangled drippin down along the spine