Hendersonville Lyrics

747 coming out of the skymamma said son why you wanna fly
when I was young my feet wouldn't stand still
'till they made it on down to Hendersonville
Bluegrass falling like a driving rain
mamma said that pickin's gonna drive me insane
I said mamma I'll leave you in my will
and we'll meet up down in Hendersonville
They got 3 good lookin' women for every man

they got bootleg whiskey sold in a gas can
and the preacher ia a preachin' from a homemade still
so lets stroll on down to Hendersonville
well if the sky opens up and it begins to rain
if the Lord sends a tornado or a hurricane
then I'll get down on my knees and pray
Lord close your eyes just one more day
Well if having fun is some kind of crime
then you can throw me in the pen 'till I'm 109
oh that cooler how it would be filled
with the way they party down in Hendersonville

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