[Verse 1] It was a cold and cruel evening Sneaking up on Speedy Creek Found myself asleep and in the snow One or two odd reasons I aint too proud to repeat For now well say I had no place to go There was a rustle and a humming Just hauling down the street I drew myself up from my icy bed Painted on that shiny car the letters RCM and P I can feel a little aching in my head [Verse 2] And then out jumps this old boy About twice the size of me He asked me for my name and where I dwell I just looked him in the eye And sang Blue Yodel Number 9 He didnt catch the reference, I could tell Then the old, familiar click In the handcuffs bind and grip Should have left me in the snow where I laid He just laughed and touched his gun And turned to me and he said Son, I bet you dont own a damn thing to your name [Chorus] Well, I got my health My John B Stetson Got a bottle full of babys bluebird wine And I left my stash Somewhere down in Preston Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind Well, I got my health My John B Stetson Got me a bottle full of babys bluebird wine And I left my stash Somewhere down in Preston Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
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