16 Shells From A 30.6

I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six

And a black crow snuck through

A hole in the sky

So i spent all my buttons on an

Old pack mule

And i made me a ladder from

A pawn shop marimba

And i leaned it up against

A dandelion tree

And i filled me a sachel

Full of old pig corn

And i beat me a billy

From an old french horn

And i kicked that mule

To the top of the tree

And i blew me a hole

'bout the size of a kickdrum

And i cut me a switch

From a long branch elbow

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I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six

Well i slept in the holler

Of a dry creek bed

And i tore out the buckets

From a red corvette, tore out the buckets from a red corvette

Lionel and dave and the butcher made three

You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree

With the strings of a washburn

Stretched like a clothes line

You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

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Now i hold him prisoner

In a washburn jail

That stapped on the back

Of my old kick mule

Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule

I bang on the strings just

To drive him crazy

I strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

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