Gary England Blues

I hear the rain a comin'
It's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine,
Since, I don't know when,
I'm stuck with Gary England,
And time keeps draggin' on,
But that rain keeps a-rollin',
On down to Lexington.

When I was just a baby,
My Mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy,
Just keep Gary England on,"
But I stepped out on my front porch,
Just to watch the sky,
When I hear that siren soundin',
I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eatin',
In a fancy beachside bar,
They're probably drinkin' coffee,
And smokin' dry cigars,
But I know I had it comin',
I know I can't be free,
'Cos I moved to Oklahoma,
And that's what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this t-storm,
If that sunshine sky was mine,
I bet I'd hang my laundry out,
To dry upon the line,
Far from the Storm Season,
That's where I want to stay,
I hope that lonesome wall cloud
Don't blow my house away.