Errols Song

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Mr. Errol he lives on the banks of 
Lake Arthur
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Where your windshield gets foggy, 
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where your back roads unwind
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It’s a long way from Shreveport, 
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not too far from Gueydan
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And it’s close to the home that I 
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left behind
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Yah it’s close to the home that I 
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left behind


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Mr. Errol’s a father, he’s a farmer,
 he’s a hunter
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And he talks to the ducks and the 
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geese and the blind
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He works hard for the lives that he
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 helps to make better
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And he lives by the graveyard of 
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the rusted combines


CHORUS:
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And he held my hand when my boots 
got too heavy
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With the mud from the rice fields 
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coming to my behind
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We set out the decoys in the dark 
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on the levy
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And we walked through the graveyard
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 of the rusted combines


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There’s coffee and biscuits on the 
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stove in the kitchen
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There’s a crack in the ceiling and 
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a screened in front door
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And as the fog starts to settle on 
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the banks of Lake Arthur
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I can still taste the whiskey from 
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the night just before
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It’s the Crown Royal whiskey from 
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the night just before


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And it’s hard to get up at five in 
the morning
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Put your guns, put your shells, put
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 your wine in a sack
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We look like some militia in our 
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boots and our camo
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With a bird dog named Milo, he’s 
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asleep in the back


CHORUS:
G                       D
He held my hand when my boots got 
too heavy
         G                       
With the mud from the rice fields 
        D       A
coming to my behind
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We set out the decoys in the dark 
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on the levy
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And we walked through the graveyard
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 of the rusted combines


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The combine’s a monster, combine’s a
 saviour
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Looking down at the blades I can 
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see heaven and hell
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Cold steel cut the rice crops for 
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acres and acres
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Bill how many barrels?  Man I 
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cannot tell
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Bill how many dryers?  Man I 
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cannot tell

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There’s water as far as your good 
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eyes can see
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At the Lake Arthur bar all the old 
men get rowdy
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They got bottles of whiskey that 
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are older than me


CHORUS:
G                       D
He held my hand when my boots got 
too heavy
         G                       
With the mud from the rice fields 
        D       A
coming to my behind
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We set out the decoys in the dark 
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on the levy
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And we walked through the graveyard
        A         D
 of the rusted combines


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Sometimes I dream of a girl in a 
pickup
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With her window rolled down and her
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 radio on
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And you look at the cypress on the 
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Highway 190
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And you give her away and you sing
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 Jole Blon
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And you give her away and you sing
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 Jole Blon


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And Mr. Errol’s a good friend he 
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never a stranger
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When I come back it seems like I’ve
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 always been here
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There’s a sign in his kitchen it’s 
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written in French
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“If you run out of Schlitz, you’ve 
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run out of beer”


CHORUS:
G                       D
He held my hand when my boots got 
too heavy
         G                       
With the mud from the rice fields 
        D       A
coming to my behind
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We set out the decoys in the dark 
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on the levy
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And we walked through the graveyard
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 of the rusted combines