Malcolm Holcombe - Early Mornin' lyrics

Early mornin' in the fog thick as hasty puddin' That ol' mailbox is a ways away that ol' road keeps a washin' Washin' up purty quartz rocks and mica shinnin' in the sun Ridin' on the back o' ol' nellie daddy pa settin' t'bacca Leather reins in 'is big ol' hands i hear 'im geein' and a hawin' Chorus And the radio flyer wheels keepa rollin' Faster down the hill makes it so hard a growin' up Dinner time in the hollar washin' up good in the wellhouse Wipe yor feet for ya come inside says mama king in the kitchen Ummm cookin' up country ham lord she brought it in from the smokehouse Thankyou Lord sayin' grace at the table but i never prayed long enough Chorus Table scraps nah there wasnt too many put em in a bucket an' slop the hogs Bolt action singleshot twenty two remington rifle k**ed a hog ev'ry year and alotta tin cans and daddypa smilin' Chorus Bedtime's at sundown lay awake an' listen Listen to the restless thinkin' in my head Chorus Chorus Early mornin' in the fog thick as hasty puddin'