Backslidin' Country Boy Lyrics

Ol� Billy T. Walker was a curios man
And everybody knew it was so
Lived way down cross the Choctaw River
Where decent folks don�t go
Well he didn�t go to town and he didn�t go to church
And he didn�t do anything
But he�d pull out the fiddle when the sun�d go down
And he�d begin to sing.

(Chorus)
He�d say Lord, this old world�s gonna� kill me
But I ain�t changin� far as I can see
But I hope there�s a place somewhere in Heaven up above
For a backslidin� country boy like me.

Well he�d run off a batch of fine moonshine
I�d help him jar it up
Stuff it all down in a cardboard box
And haul it in a flatbed truck.

We�d ride up to Beuland County
Just tryin� to make a sell
Tearin� down them old back roads
With the law hot on our tail.

(Repeat Chorus)

Now it�s been several years gone by since Billy�s passed away
They buried him in them same woods out where he used to stay
And I don�t know for sure, but well, I�ll go out on a limb and say
Heaven hold a special place for a country boy like him.

(Repeat Chorus)

Yes a, backslidin� country boy like me.

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