Mr. Errol's Song
Mr. Errol, he lives on the
banks of Lake Arthur
Where your windshield gets foggy,
where your back roads unwind
It's a long way from Shreveport,
not too far from Gay don
And it's close to the home
that I left behind
It's close to the home that I left behind
Mr. Arrow's a father,
he's a farmer, he's a hunter
And he talks to the ducks
and the geese in the blind
He works hard for the lives
that he hopes to make better
And he lives by the graveyard
of the rusted combine
Yeah, he lives by the graveyard
of the rusted combine
He held my hand
when my boots got too heavy
With the mud from the rice field
coming to my be hind
We set out the decoys
in the dark on the levee
And we walked through the graveyard
of the rusted combine
Yeah, we walked through the graveyard
of the rusted combine
There's coffee and biscuits
on the stove in the kitchen
There's a crack in the ceiling,
there's a screamed in front door
And the fog starts to settle
on the banks of Lake Arthur
I can still taste the whiskey
from the night just before
It's a crown royal whiskey
from the night just before
It's hard to get up at five in the morning
Put your guns, put your shells,
put your wine in a sack
We look like some militia
with our boots and our camo
With a bird dog named Milo,
he's asleep in the back
He held my hand
when my boots got too heavy
With the mud from the rice field
comin' to my behind
We set out the decoys
in the dark on the levee
And we walked through
the graveyard
of the rusted combine
Yeah, we walked through the graveyard
of the rusted combine
Combines a monster,
combines a savior
Lookin' down at the blades,
I can see heaven and hell
Coal steel cut the rice crops
for acres and acres
Filled how many barrels,
man, I cannot tell
Bill, how many dryers?
Man, I could not tell
From the banks of Lake Arthur
to the Mermital River
There's wa ter as far as
your good eyes can see
In the Lake Arthur bar,
all the old men get rowdy
They got bottles of whiskey
that are older than me
He held my hand when my
boots got too heavy
With the mud from the rice field
coming to my be hind
We set out the decoys
in the dark on the levee
And we walked through the graveyard
of the rusted combines
Yeah, we walked through the graveyard
of the rusted combines
Yeah, sometimes I dream
of a girl in a pickup
With her windows rolled down,
with her radio on
Well, you look at the cypress
on the highway 190
And you give her away,
and you sing jolly blind
Yeah, you give her away,
and you sing jolly blind
And Mr. Errol's a good friend,
he's never a stranger
When I come back,
it seems like I've always been here
There's a sign in his kitchen,
it's written in French
When you run out of slits,
you run out of beer
He held my hand when my
boots got too heavy
With the mud from the rice field
coming to my be hind
We set out the decoys
in the dark on the levee
And we walked through the graveyard
of the rusted combine
Yeah, we walked through the graveyard
of the rusted combine