Letras
Way down in ole Woodbine Georgia
She laid him in his grave
Miserably tried & tired bo's
These corporate bums ain't the same
Campbell knows a little too well
Beneath that bridge in the muddy low
Her trestle runs along the dock
A peaceful howl for a poor man's soul
She cries across the whole damn marsh
Campbell knows a little too well
Sell me a tale of the ticket you'd buy
As if you always pay her fare
While you sing your song, won't you tell 'em all
Your death is her breath of fresh air