Five and Dime

Packin' up our pistols, headin' down south Gonna take the cotton from the cottonmouth Put it in our pockets, dance all about Packin' up our pistols, headin' down south Cuttin' loose the dog from the old oak tree He been tied down scratchin' ticks and fleas Gonna free the hound from the master's leash Cuttin' loose the dog from the old oak tree Pilin' in the pickup with the pedal down Bound ta git about to the outskirts of town Takes us that far you'll never see us around Pilin' in the pickup with the pedal down Rollin' down the road like a five and dime Got a couple cane poles and some fishin' line Pass around the jug of grandma's homemade shine Rollin' down the road like a five and dime We got dirt on our boots Faded old jeans A tear in our shirt A hole in our hat A patchwork quilt full of hopes and dreams I reckon it don't get better than that We got grandpa's fiddle and a rosined bow Gonna play every song grandpa knows Gonna take a while 'cause he makes up his own We got grandpa's fiddle and a rosined bow We brought along the chickens but we left the goat Cousin Jim was born with a golden throat He can sing the goat's part note for note So we brought along the chickens but we left the goat Sister Sally plays a pretty mean jug She can blow that jug without spittin' her plug Everybody's gonna be cuttin' the rug When Sister Sally plays her pretty mean jug Don't hafta look far see what is real Don't need a doctor know how you feel When the music starts kick up your heels You don't hafta look far ta see what is real We got dirt on our boots Faded old jeans A tear in our shirt A hole in our hat A patchwork quilt full of hopes and dreams I reckon it don't get better than that Reckon it don't get better than that Rollin' down the road like a five and dime Got a couple pocket knives and some bailin' twine Pass around the jug of grandma's homemade wine Rollin' down the road like a five and dime