16 Shells From A 30.6

Plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

And the 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 pawnshop marimba

And I leaned up against a dandelion tree

Leaned up against a dandelion tree

Leaned up against a dandelion tree

I'm gonna cook them feathers on a tiny spit

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

Kicked that mule to the top of the tree

Blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum

And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow sixteen 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

Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree

With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothesline

Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail

That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule

Strapped him on the back of my old kick mule

Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy

Oh, I strum it loud to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Oh, I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six