The Flea Market Hustlers

 

Liquor in Her Collards

04:26
John Furbush

Story

John Fubush - Mandolin, Vocals
David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums

Lyrics

I like the liquor in her collards, I like the liquor in her jeans
She keeps a flask in her pocket, and a full pot of greens
We play checkers in the front room, we play poker in the rear
Every time she's a winner, she brings me another beer

I searched the whole world over, and not another girl would do
All the things that your mama, would not approve
Now I'm living in clover, just as happy as a bee
The way that sweet honey, is sweet on me

She likes to go out to the pictures, but she don't like to go alone
When we ain't got any money, we make our own up at home
I like comedies and westerns, she likes thrillers and suspense
By the end of the evening, I might be tied up to the fence 

I searched the whole world over, and not another girl would do
All the things that your mama, would not approve
Now I'm living in clover, just as happy as a bee
The way that sweet honey, is sweet on me

I like the liquor in her collards, I like the liquor in her jeans
She keeps a flask in her pocket, and my bowl full of greens
We play checkers in the front room, we play poker in the rear
Every time she's a winner, she brings me another beer

I searched the whole world over, and not another girl would do
All the things that your mama, would not approve
Now I'm living in clover, just as happy as a bee
The way that sweet honey, is sweet on me
The way that sweet honey, is sweet on me