Sometimes Old Crow gets a little too country for me, but my handful of favorite Old Crow songs (Wagon Wheel and the sad ones) are pure gold.
Case in point:
Well she drug me down
Tossed me round
Slammed my name all over town
My good gal ain't no good to me
She makes true love more like misery
Now I'm walkin' hunched
I get drunk a bunch
Would you sucker up and take a punch
My good gal ain't no good to me
And I think I've acted reasonably
Ah but I miss her...
And all that I wish for her...
Is the time of day
Don't go out of your way
Just leave me with a stack of them bills to pay
My good gal ain't no good to me
And she don't even have the courtesy
To shut the door
When she's been playin a whore
Don't want to see his rags piled on the floor
My good gal ain't no good to me
And I only wish that she could see
That I miss her
Ah but I miss her...
And all I have is a picture...of her
It was taken years ago
I was a kid you know
Just leanin' up against that El Dorado
My good gal ain't no good to me
And the final word belongs to me
Because I drove her out of town
And I shot her down
And I left her there in the cold, cold ground
My good gal ain't no good to me
Not even in her memory
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