Errol's Song Adam Carroll
Mr[D]. Errol he lives on th[G]e banks of Lake Arthur
Where your [D]windshield gets foggy, where your back roads
u[A]nwind
It?s a l[D]ong way from Shreveport, not [G]too far from Gueydan
And it?s [D]close to the home that [A]I left be[D]hind
Yah it?s [D]close to the home that [A]I left be[D]hind
Mr. [D]Errol?s a father, he?s a [G]farmer, he?s a hunter
And he [D]talks to the ducks and the geese and the [A]blind
He works [D]hard for the lives that he [G]helps to make better
And he [D]lives by the graveyard of the [A]rusted com[D]bines
And [G]he held my hand when my [D]boots got too heavy
With the [G]mud from the rice fields coming [D]to my be[A]hind
We [D]set out the decoys in the [G]dark on the [D]levy
And we [D]walked through the graveyard of the [A]rusted com[D]bines
There?s [D]coffee and biscuits on the [G]stove in the kitchen
There?s a [D]crack in the ceiling and a screened in front [A]door
And as the [D]fog starts to settle on the [G]banks of Lake Arthur
I can [D]still taste the whiskey from the [A]night just be[G]fore
It?s the [D]Crown Royal whiskey from the [A]night just be[G]fore
And it?s [G]hard to get up at [D]five in the morning
Put your [G]guns, put your shells, put your [D]wine in a [A]sack
We look [D]like some militia in our [G]boots and our camo
With a [D]bird dog named Milo, he?s a[A]sleep in the [G]back
[G]He held my hand when my [D]boots got too heavy
With the [G]mud from the rice fields coming [D]to my be[A]hind
We [D]set out the decoys in the [G]dark on the [D]levy
And we [D]walked through the graveyard of the [A]rusted com[D]bines
The [D]combine?s a monster, [G]combine?s a saviour
Looking [D]down at the blades I can see heaven and [A]hell
Cold [D]steel cut the rice crops for [G]acres and acres
Bill [D]how many barrels? Man [A]I cannot [D]tell
Bill [D]how many dryers? Man [A]I cannot [D]tell
[D] [G]
There?s [D]water as far as your good eyes can [A]see
At the [D]Lake Arthur bar all the [G]old men get rowdy
They got [D]bottles of whiskey that are [A]older than [D]me
[G]He held my hand when my [D]boots got too heavy
With the [G]mud from the rice fields coming [D]to my be[A]hind
We [D]set out the decoys in the [G]dark on the [D]levy
And we [D]walked through the graveyard of the [A]rusted com[D]bines
[D]Sometimes I dream of a [G]girl in a pickup
With her [D]window rolled down and her radio [A]on
And you [D]look at the cypress on the [G]Highway 190
And you [D]give her away and you [A]sing Jole B[D]lon
And you [D]give her away and you [A]sing Jole B[D]lon
And Mr. [D]Errol?s a good friend he [G]never a stranger
When I [D]come back it seems like I?ve always been [A]here
There?s a [D]sign in his kitchen it?s [G]written in French
?If you [D]run out of Schlitz, you?ve [A]run out of [D]beer?
[G]He held my hand when my [D]boots got too heavy
With the [G]mud from the rice fields coming [D]to my be[A]hind
We [D]set out the decoys in the [G]dark on the [D]levy
And we [D]walked through the graveyard of the [A]rusted com[D]bines
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