David Harley Words & Music & Pictures &…

Backup:

I’ve got me a golden needle to help me tie my threads
I’ve got a bottle for my baby and a blanket for my head

So lay down, mama, lay down and let me be
Somehow I feel like old cold turkey has his claws in me

If I had a silver dollar like I’ve got one thin dime
You know I’d clip that turkey’s wings with another shot of turpentine

If I had me a roll as thick as my right leg
I think I’d fly back upcountry like a snowbird to its nest

I’m going back right now, back to my daddy’s farm
If I can find me a rag to bind up my left arm

Soul food when I’m hungry, white lightning when I’m dry
And maybe I’ll get to feeling better by and by

So lay down, mama, lay down and let me be
Somehow, I feel like old cold turkey has his claws in me