Ol' Billy T. Walker was a curios man And everybody knew it was so Lived way down cross the Choctaw River Where decent folks don't go Well he didn't go to town and he didn't go to church And he didn't do anything But he'd pull out the fiddle when the sun'd go down And he'd begin to sing.
(Chorus) He'd say Lord, this old world's gonna' kill me But I ain't changin' far as I can see But I hope there's a place somewhere in Heaven up above For a backslidin' country boy like me.
Well he'd run off a batch of fine moonshine I'd help him jar it up Stuff it all down in a cardboard box And haul it in a flatbed truck.
We'd ride up to Beuland County Just tryin' to make a sell Tearin' down them old back roads With the law hot on our tail.
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Now it's been several years gone by since Billy's passed away They buried him in them same woods out where he used to stay And I don't know for sure, but well, I'll go out on a limb and say Heaven hold a special place for a country boy like him.