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Arkansas Oil Freight Hill Crawlin’ Blues

Greyhound (c)

Sun was white hot – no rain, no wind to come
Yes sun was white hot – no rain, no wind to come
I was prowlin’ through the bushes in search of Johnson’s farm

I came here in these places to find me some simple job, you know
Came here in these places to find me some simple job
That man on the crossroads told me ‘bout Johnson and shown the way to go

Stranger on the crossroads, you better never go by my trail
Oh mean stranger on the crossroads, you better never cross my trail
Don’t joke with me mister, I loose nothing if back again in jail

solo

Grass is burned with the sun, trees are cracked and creeks are dry
High grass is burned with the sun, trees are cracked and creeks are dry
No drop of water in my mouth since I said my cage good bye

solo

I look forward up the hill and see a lonesome railway line
Oh forward up the hill is a lonesome railway line
The red light flicked into the green yeah and a hard steamers moan knocked my mind

Arkansas oil freight is crawling slowly up the hill
Arkansas oil freight is crawling slowly up the hill
It’s better to ride slow than go walk oh you know the drill

solo

Mister engineer, gimme a minute to get a car and climb
Please mister engineer, gimme just a minute to get a car and climb
We’re by the way, oh good man, let others try to get a Johnson’s farm

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