Jim Lauderdale Crazy Peg And Darby Doyle Lyrics

Long ago and far away
Holler up the break of day
Don't get crazy, lay that pistol down
All along the dawn highway
Clouds like angels bend to pray
Looks like this might be our kind of town

Crazy Peg and Darby Doyle
Brought this cook pot to the boil
Dumped in half a sack of coffee grounds
Fire burning, cauldron bubbled
We don't ever borrow trouble
Arkansas or T for Texas bound

This just might be our kind of town
Big enough to turn around
Small enough to spit from side to side
Well this might be our stomping ground
Not too lost, not too found
Not too high, too lonesome or too wide

I ain't going to give my heart away
Save it for another day
Once you give it up, well then it's gone
Crazy is as crazy lives
Thing about old Peggy is
She's not half as odd as she lets on

Peg, you know you got away
Saying what I meant to say
Before I find out what it is myself
Don't need to hear no echo ring
So I won't way another thing Golden silence, glad to share the well

This just might be our kind of town
Big enough to turn around
Small enough to spit from side to side
Well this might be our stomping ground
Not too lost, not too found
Not too high, too lonesome or too wide

Now Peggy scared me half to death
Take a while to catch my breath
Woke to find you gone but you came back
With two fat catfish on a line
This one yours, that one mine
Fry them later, crawl back in the sack

Don't know what we're running from
Thunder of some distant drum
We been gone so long we plumb forgot
We both wear a wedding ring
Yours of tinfoil, mine of string
If it ain't love at least we laugh a lot

This just might be our kind of town
Big enough to turn around
Small enough to spit from side to side
Well this might be our stomping ground
Not too lost, not too found
Not too high, too lonesome or too wide

Long ago and far away
Holler up the break of day