"Mint Julep" lyrics
In the foxfire country of the armadillo
Chicken ain't nothing but cousin to a crow
I pine for the hunt and I pine for the feast
But I paint for myself and I do as I please
Oh, mint julep
Buttoned up in chambray, pulling weeds out the dirt
We keep the customs
In the middle of the summer when the hydrangeas rage
The squash is all but died and the yards needs tending
The yard needs mowed
I poured one out for Diamond Hill
'Cause the poet still needs to eat in times of revolt
And fortune tends no garden not muddied with tears
But a late frost will sweeten a fine field of ear
Oh, mint julep
Buttoned up in chambray, pulling weeds out the dirt
We keep the customs
In the middle of the summer when the hydrangeas rage
The squash is all but died and the yards needs tending
The yard needs mowed
Chicken ain't nothing but cousin to a crow
I pine for the hunt and I pine for the feast
But I paint for myself and I do as I please
Oh, mint julep
Buttoned up in chambray, pulling weeds out the dirt
We keep the customs
In the middle of the summer when the hydrangeas rage
The squash is all but died and the yards needs tending
The yard needs mowed
I poured one out for Diamond Hill
'Cause the poet still needs to eat in times of revolt
And fortune tends no garden not muddied with tears
But a late frost will sweeten a fine field of ear
Oh, mint julep
Buttoned up in chambray, pulling weeds out the dirt
We keep the customs
In the middle of the summer when the hydrangeas rage
The squash is all but died and the yards needs tending
The yard needs mowed
