Billy CalleryLace your shoes with country blues
Ramble down that dusty ole roadTake your money down in the town
Gonna get rich in the game
Come on home drunk at day break
You got no room to complainChorus:
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black
Cause the train's all runnin' on the same ole track
Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mindGrandpa had him a wanderin' eye
He must a passed it on down to me
None of the girls are pretty as Suzanne
But I like some that I seeChorus:
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black
Cause the train's all runnin' on the same ole track
Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mindBottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good
I'd like you better that way
So clap your hands and make up a song
I hear every word that you sayChorus:
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black
Cause the train's all runnin' on the same ole track
Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mindWhat in the world can a poor boy do
But let his ole ramblin' roll