16 Shells From A 30.6 (2023 Remaster)

Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six

And a Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky

So I spent all my button on an old pack mule

Oh, and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba

And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree

Leaned it up against a dandelion tree

Leaned it up against a dandelion tree

Gonna cook them feathers on a tire iron spit

And I'll fill me a satchel full of old pig corn

And I beat me a billy from an old French Horn

Oh, and I kicked that mule to the top of the tree

Kicked that mule to the top of the tree

Blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum

And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Well, I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed

And I tore out the buckets from a red Corvette

Tore out the buckets from a red Corvette

Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three

Whoa, you got to meet my by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree

With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothesline

Whoa, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail

That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule

Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule

Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy

Well, I strum it loud, rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Whoa, I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six