This Lyric is: #145

Jugs

Copyright 2001 Mark McAvoy
Lyrics and Music by Mark McAvoy

Woke early this afternoon
Once again missed the sun rise
Up late practicing the Scallion Shuffle
And my broken legs feel not right

Had a dream to be a Dillionaire
Because country flows in my veins
Got my sideburns low and a big belt buckle
Bubba stomp hard bring me pain

All I know is what I was taught
From Momma and her cane
Can still smell the whiskey on her breath
As she screamed, "I'm to blame"
When darkness shines and the nightmares come, I cry
Still feel the pain

Chorus
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Yet I still believe an angel prays for me
She's beautiful and she's free
And makes me feel so easy
Yet I still believe an angel prays for me
She's beautiful and she's free
And makes me feel so easy


Been playing in this jug band
For nearly ten years now
Been thinking it's time to call it quits
But then I'd let Huff down

The old crow, he's so ornery
Got a cough to match his temper
Asks,"What's up you mad again?"
No, you just make me miserable

Momma always said I was a sensitive lad
A caning do me good
Left me a million miles away
But she never understood
When darkness shines and my little star comes, I cry
Yes, she's still true

Chorus


Still see Momma at Christmas
Too frail to hit me now
Always bring her a carton of smokes
Says I done her proud

Asks, "What's up with you jugheads?
You boys about ready for the road?"
Tell her we lack direction
Got nowhere to go

Momma gets mad, "Just wasting time.
That crow, he's got no soul.
Shiftless and lazy just like your daddy.
The devil calls him his own."
Yet from her window my little star shines, I cry
She's still true

Chorus


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-01-2002).]