Turnpike Troubadours - 7 Oaks lyrics

[Turnpike Troubadours - 7 Oaks lyrics]

Well that banker he keeps calling
Telling us our mortgage is overdue
Gonna plow up the fields
Gonna burn down the house
And the banker he can have
It when I'm through

There ain't no silver left in these pockets
There ain't no cornbread
Lord there ain't no wine
That train don't stop around here anymore
It done moved on down the line

Well the tax man he said old Uncle Sam
Gotta get his share of the rake
He can come around here
He can look for himself
There ain't nothing left he can take

There ain't no silver left in these pockets
There ain't no cornbread


Lord there ain't no wine
That train don't stop around here anymore
It done moved on down the line

I'm gonna go back to Grandaddy's farm
On Cherokee allotted land
It ain't ever been owned by no one but him
Won't be taxed by no other man

There ain't no silver left in these pockets
And there ain't no cornbread and
There ain't no wine
That train don't stop around here anymore
It done moved on down the line
I said that train don't
Stop around here anymore
It done moved on down the line

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