Tin Pot Nelly

Lyrics

There's a picture on the wall when Momma was pretty She had new clothes and she had nice things There ain't a day when she ain't worried Worried bout tomorrow and whatever it brings Flat bed Flat head Tin pot nelly Broken axel on the side of the road Momma's got a cupboard of jams and jellies Put it on the highway where the city people go Corn in the crib And it bone dry And there ain't nothing that daddy ain't tried Little brother and a gunny sack Sistеr left home and she won't comе back Flat bed Flat head Tin pot nelly Broken axel on the side of the road Momma's got a cupboard of jams and jellies Put it on the highway where the city people go If I was a river I would raise my tide If I was a groom I would leave my bride If I was a road I'd straighten my bends And I'd never ever look back again Flat bed Flat head Tin pot nelly Broken axel on the side of the road Momma's got a cupboard of jams and jellies Put it on the highway where the city people go Put it on the highway where the city people go Put it on the highway Put it on the highway Put it on the highway where the city people go