Broomstraw Philosophers And Scuppernong Wine Lyrics & Chords By Larry Jon Wilson

Umm, Hmmm
Umm, hmmm

Ridin' in a taxi cab in New York City,
Driver man sayin' how he think it's a pity
How you southern boys come happy and you leave uptight,
Don't you worry 'bout me I'm a be alright
Listen Mr. taxi man, I come from a long line
of broomstraw philosophers and home squeezed scuppernong wine...
Good Georgia wine

And I been, Lord, I been;
If I ain't careful I'll be goin' again
I've been rode hard and put up wet, If I ain't learned no lesson yet,
I don't believe... I'm gonna learn it in your taxi,
in your taxi
mmm, hmmm.
Mmm, hmmm

Started to sell my soul in the pawn shops in the city
And I looked into the eyes of the pawn man and asked him
Did he know how much blood and gut was in the guitar
Here's your ticket brother I don't care what you are
Listen Mr. ticket man I come from a long line
of broomstraw philosophers and home squeezed scuppernong wine...
Sweet Georgia wine

And I been, Lord, I been
If I ain't careful I'll be goin' again
I've been rode hard and hung up wet, if I ain't asked for no sympathy yet
then I don't believe... I'll try to get it in your pawn shop
In your pawnshop

Mmm, hmmm

The Pusher man was watchin' when I sold my dreams
He said" now listen to me brother, it ain't bad as it seems
I know how this world can feel so hard and cold
I got a little medicine for your bruised soul"
Listen Mr. pusher man I come from a long line
of broomstraw philosophers and home squeezed scuppernong wine...
Sweet Georgia wine

And I been, Lord, I Been
If I ain't careful I'll be gone again
I've been rode hard and hung up wet, if I ain't found no answers yet
I know damn well, I'll never get 'em in no needle
In no needle

I've been rode hard and hung up wet
If I ain't found a home here yet
My papa said, don't you forget your home in Georgia
Back in Georgia
Mm, hmm
Mmm, hmmm