I got these achin' boulders,
city backyard blues
Been rollin' cigarettes
with holes in both of my shoes
Tryin' to write a song that fits just me
I got these achin' boulders,
city backyard blues
This is just a song to try to check my wit
I tried to write our story
but the names just wouldn't fit
That song just tailor -made for me and you
I got these achin' boulders,
city backyard blues
I got these achin' boulders,
city backyard blues
Rollin' cigarettes
with holes in both of my shoes
Tryin' to write a song
that fits just me and you
I got these achin' Bollinger
City backyard blues
I could write a song about my buddy Tom
But he'd probably write a song
about the line that I used wrong
His diction and his
grammar are the best
And the world will never let the genius rest
I got these achin' Bolger
City backyard blues, Lord
Rollin' cigarettes with holes
in both these shoes
Tryin' to write a song
that fits just me and you
I got these achin' boulders,
city backyard blues
Sittin' in this backyard, I can see it now
All the country music fans
are gonna think
I've changed my style
So I'll just tear a jerk my
mind on back to you
Cry these achin' boulders,
city backyard blues
I got these achin' boulders,
city backyard blues
Rollin' cigarettes
with holes in both of my shoes
Ridin' around in song
and pictures of me and you
I got these achin' boulders,
city backyard blues
Old lady, old lady, old lady you