Billy Callery Lace your shoes with country blues Ramble down that dusty ole road Take your money down in the town Gonna get rich in the game Come on home drunk at day break You got no room to complain Chorus: Cause the pot can't call the kettle black Cause the train's all runnin' on the same ole track Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind Grandpa had him a wanderin' eye He must a pa**ed it on down to me None of the girls are pretty as Suzanne But I like some that I see Chorus: Cause the pot can't call the kettle black
Cause the train's all runnin' on the same ole track Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind Bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good I'd like you better that way So clap your hands and make up a song I hear every word that you say Chorus: Cause the pot can't call the kettle black Cause the train's all runnin' on the same ole track Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind What in the world can a poor boy do But let his ole ramblin' roll