Booger County

There's a place where I've wandered a might

that I'd like to make my home

I can feel it in my bones it's where I belong

Lots of hills and rolling streams and tall old green oak trees

They call it Booger county and Booger county's for me

CHORUS:

Lots of hills and streams and tall oak trees

Booger county's the place for me

rolling hills clear streams and tall green oak trees

Booger county is the place for me

South of Hogeye Mall and west of Bugscuffle

Over Crawly's ridge without much fuss you'll

Follow cove Creek to a place they call the Blue Hole

In the summer the kids laugh and splash and shout

It's home of the world's largest singin' Trout

The water is clear and deep and blue and cold

REPEAT CHORUS

There are billys in the Hills with guns and dogs

In the summer they plow and sow and log

In the winter they fill a rack with little brown jugs

With an X on the label and a burnin the gills

they claim it's a tonic tha's good for what ails ya

But four good swigs 'll put a stong man under the rug

REPEAT CHORUS

The winter are long and the summers are rough

People don't hurry and the land is tough

The men are stong and the women are shy

No city learnin folks 're naturally wise

Their elbows greased and their words free of lies

The main occupation is just gettin by

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