Adam Carroll - Errols song

Mr^D. Errol he lives on th^Ge banks of Lake Arthur Where your ^Dwindshield gets foggy, where your back roads u^Anwind It’s a l^Dong way from Shreveport, not ^Gtoo far from Gueydan And it’s ^Dclose to the home that ^AI left be^Dhind Yah it’s ^Dclose to the home that ^AI left be^Dhind

Mr. ^DErrol’s a father, he’s a ^Gfarmer, he’s a hunter And he ^Dtalks to the ducks and the geese in the b^Alind He works ^Dhard for the lives that he ^Ghelps to make better And he ^Dlives by the graveyard of the ^Arusted com^Dbines

And ^Ghe held my hand when my ^Dboots got too heavy With the ^Gmud from the rice fields coming ^Dto my be^Ahind We ^Dset out the decoys in the ^Gdark on the ^Dlevy And we ^Dwalked through the graveyard of the ^Arusted com^Dbines

There’s ^Dcoffee and biscuits on the ^Gstove in the kitchen There’s a ^Dcrack in the ceiling and a screened in front ^Adoor And as the ^Dfog starts to settle on the ^Gbanks of Lake Arthur I can ^Dstill taste the whiskey from the ^Anight just be^Dfore It’s the ^DCrown Royal whiskey from the ^Anight just be^Dfore

And it’s ^Ghard to get up at ^Dfive in the morning Put your ^Gguns, put your shells, put your ^Dwine in a ^Asack We look ^Dlike some militia in our ^Gboots and our camo With a ^Dbird dog named Milo, he’s a^Asleep in the ^Dback

^GHe held my hand when my ^Dboots got too heavy With the ^Gmud from the rice fields coming ^Dto my be^Ahind We ^Dset out the decoys in the ^Gdark on the ^Dlevy And we ^Dwalked through the graveyard of the ^Arusted com^Dbines

The ^Dcombine’s a monster, ^Gcombine’s a saviour Looking ^Ddown at the blades I can see heaven and ^Ahell Cold ^Dsteel cut the rice crops for ^Gacres and acres Fille^Dd how many barrels? Ma^An I canno^Dt tell Fille^Dd how many dryers? Ma^An I canno^Dt tell

From t^Dhe banks of Lake Arthur to t^Ghe Mermitah River There’^Ds water as far as your good eyes can s^Aee At the ^DLake Arthur bar all the ^Gold men get rowdy They got ^Dbottles of whiskey that are ^Aolder than ^Dme

^GHe held my hand when my ^Dboots got too heavy With the ^Gmud from the rice fields coming ^Dto my be^Ahind We ^Dset out the decoys in the ^Gdark on the ^Dlevy And we ^Dwalked through the graveyard of the ^Arusted com^Dbines

^DSometimes I dream of a ^Ggirl in a pickup With her ^Dwindow rolled down and her radio ^Aon And you ^Dlook at the cypress on the ^GHighway 190 And you ^Dgive her away and you ^Asing Jole B^Dlon And you ^Dgive her away and you ^Asing Jole B^Dlon

And Mr. ^DErrol’s a good friend he ^Gnever a stranger When I ^Dcome back it seems like I’ve always been ^Ahere There’s a ^Dsign in his kitchen it’s ^Gwritten in French “If you ^Drun out of Schlitz, you’ve ^Arun out of ^Dbeer”

^GHe held my hand when my ^Dboots got too heavy With the ^Gmud from the rice fields coming ^Dto my be^Ahind We ^Dset out the decoys in the ^Gdark on the ^Dlevy And we ^Dwalked through the graveyard of the ^Arusted com^Dbines