The Gourds - County Orange lyrics

[The Gourds - County Orange lyrics]

Our little friend he didn№t want to wear
His white buckled shoes nor was barefoot
His speed he didn't like grocery store feet
He was a fussy little kid
When it came to footwear
But on friday he could wear
Whatever he damn well please, d

The jive ass trickery
That makes this anything but what it is
Dressed in county orange or city gray
Got rubber sandals just to be safe

Metaphorically speaking
We find our little friend
Back in his white buckled shoes again
The monday if you will of our friday
Spent in tailored bliss
But, if you strip the myth away from the man
Its just one to six months
Of mondays for our little friend

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