Buena Vista Boy

I'm just a Buena Vista boy

I'm always filled with joy

Oh I jump out of bed with a halo on my head

Cause I'm just a Buena Vista Boy

Have you ever been to sunny Metamor?

I can still smell the golden kettle corn

I walk the canal while I dream about a gal

Have you ever been to sunny Metamor?

Oh I loved a girl on Sanes Creek Road

She's married now or so I'm told

When she cut her hair so red, our love was then found dead

But I loved a girl on Sanes Creek Road

I had a friend on highway fifty-two

We tp'd every house for a mile or two

Neighbor's pulled their guns 'til they saw their pastor's son

I had a friend on highway fifty-two

I learned the blues from a preaching, Baptist man

We sing them every time a Baptist can

We wail about the blues or simply the good news

I learned the blues from a preaching, Baptist man