Jim Bickerstaff Music

Lyrics

Drunk on the Suwannee … Again © 2018 J. Bickerstaff
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Sonny had him a Jon boat, a hound dog and a gallon of shine
A sawed-off .410 shotgun, a beat-up guitar, and a bottle of wine
I had a fifth of Wild Turkey, a little weed and an old mandolin
On a weekend vacation from civilization, and this crazy world we’re living in
V
(Now) Somewhere downriver from White Springs on a sandbar in the afternoon light
We set up our camp on the high ground and gathered some wood for the night
We threw out some baits in the river, stood up our poles in the sand
We broke out libations at sunset and proceeded to strike up the band
CH
We had whiskey and wine, a bottle of shine, and a doobie to round off the edge
The more that you drink, the better it tastes, and the further you get from the ledge
The catfish are biting but nobody cares, once the music and laughter begin
And we passed out just before midnight, drunk on the Suwannee again
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Now I woke up around three am, with a terrible taste in my mouth
So, I went for a swim in the river, I walked upstream and was floating back south
When that hound started sniffing and howling, and Sonny started cussing at the hound
And we all saw the gator about the same time, swimming over to check out the sound
Breakdown V
Now he was bigger than your average pine tree, and for a moment we were frozen in place
Until he let out a bellow that shattered the mellow, and he started to pick up his pace
Well, that hound lit out for Apopka, and Sonny lit out for his gun
And I ain’t gonna claim that I was walking on water
Hell, I believe it was more like a run
CH
We had whiskey and wine, sweet Georgia shine, and a doobie to round off the edge
The more that you drink, the better it tastes, and the further you get from the ledge
Well that gator took off ‘cross the river, with a mouthful of my mandolin
And we sat up to well past sunrise, getting’ drunk on the Suwanee again
Yeah, we stayed our asses way up on that sandbar and got drunk on the Suwannee again