Adam Carroll - Errol's Song lyrics

Mr. Errol he lives on the banks of Lake Arthur Where your windshield gets foggy, where your back roads Unwind It’s a long way from Shreveport, not too far from Gueydan And it’s close to the home that I left behind Yah it’s close to the home that I left behind Mr. Errol’s a father, he’s a farmer, he’s a hunter And he talks to the ducks and the geese and the blind He works hard for the lives that he helps to make better And he lives by the graveyard of the rusted combines And he held my hand when my boots got too heavy With the mud from the rice fields coming to my behind We set out the decoys in the dark on the levy And we walked through the graveyard of the rusted combines There’s coffee and biscuits on the stove in the kitchen There’s a crack in the ceiling and a screened in front door And as the fog starts to settle on the banks of Lake Arthur I can still taste the whiskey from the night just before It’s the Crown Royal whiskey from the night just before And it’s hard to get up at five in the morning Put your guns, put your shells, put your wine in a sack We look like some militia in our boots and our camo With a bird dog named Milo, he’s asleep in the back He held my hand when my boots got too heavy With the mud from the rice fields coming to my behind We set out the decoys in the dark on the levy And we walked through the graveyard of the rusted combines The combine’s a monster, combine’s a saviour Looking down at the blades I can see heaven and hell Cold steel cut the rice crops for acres and acres Bill how many barrels? Man I cannot tell Bill how many dryers? Man I cannot tell From the banks of Lake Arthur to the Mermentau River There’s water as far as your good eyes can see At the Lake Arthur bar all the old men get rowdy They got bottles of whiskey that are older than me He held my hand when my boots got too heavy With the mud from the rice fields coming to my behind We set out the decoys in the dark on the levy And we walked through the graveyard of the rusted combines Sometimes I dream of a girl in a pickup With her window rolled down and her radio on And you look at the cypress on the Highway 190 And you give her away and you sing Jole Blon And you give her away and you sing Jole Blon And Mr. Errol’s a good friend he never a stranger When I come back it seems like I’ve always been here There’s a sign in his kitchen it’s written in French “If you run out of Schlitz, you’ve run out of beer” He held my hand when my boots got too heavy With the mud from the rice fields coming to my behind We set out the decoys in the dark on the levy And we walked through the graveyard of the rusted combines