Flyin' High

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Jim Bob Meade was a switchman on the C&O train
Rode the line out of Paintsville til he got his watch and chain
Love ran him down like a possum on the track
Split him down the middle he found his better half

Now an O’field girl can make you laugh til the tears run down your face
Climb a tree make a cup of tea and play the motzart #8
Long before the railroad and the Oso hit the can
Jim Bob went a courting he fell in love with Pam

Sometimes the plane goes down in the middle of the Johnson grass
Your momma your daddy your deal old granny waving as you make the pass
What goes up must come down this I know is true
Ill be flying high til the day I do so long as Im holding you

A poor mans Charlie hustle knocking hide right off the ball
Flashing leather in the corner with a rifle for an arm
Love came falling down like a fowl ball in the lights
Chub, he never saw it coming hit him right between the eyes

Now a cherry pie and jar of shine will make you think of Rose
Hollering out the window and talking on the radio
They’d disappear to the whie oak hills in the licking river air
Come stumbling back in the whitchin our with the leaves all in their hair

Sometimes the plane goes down in the middle of the Johnson grass
Your momma your daddy your deal old granny waving as you make the pass
What goes up must come down this I know is true
Ill be flying high til the day I do so long as Im holding you