At the edge of the Fulton County line,
Is where I come from, not sure if I'll make it back
I've been all over Deutschland, since 1917
I've been fighting the Banker Wars, thanks to Woodrow Wilson
Major General Smedley Butler, told me War is a racket
He said I'd be waiting at least twelve years, for my War Bonus
Might shoot over to West Virginia, and visit my Great Uncle Bernard
The deal is 16 dollars in smoke per our venture
Or head up to Minnesota, sit in with Piano Man Wesley
See if I've really got what it takes to make the band
Head down to Galveston, my Crewmate's got me a job there, working on boats and bringing in the daily haul
Maybe this fall, we can start a family
I can be the man you deserve, and I will be
We'll get a little cabin in the Land Between the Lakes
I'll get my act straight and always provide for you
I'll get the funds together and always provide
Could head over to Mayfield, the land where my Grandmother comes from
Or New Haven, then visit my Old Kentucky Home
The toads and the crickets will sing you to sleep at night
Deep down in Fulton County, is where my heart does lie
Gonna leave right now and come home to you
I should've wrote you back last time, and I'm sorry
I'm a different man now, I won't do those things again, I'll do what it takes to earn your love
I'll do whatever it takes to earn your love
Big City Serfs - Fulton County, KY Lyrics
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At the edge of the Fulton County line,
Is where I come from, not sure if I'll make it back
I've been all over Deutschland, since 1917
I've been fighting the Banker Wars, thanks to Woodrow Wilson
Major General Smedley Butler, told me War is a racket
He said I'd be waiting at least twelve years, for my War Bonus
Might shoot over to West Virginia, and visit my Great Uncle Bernard
The deal is 16 dollars in smoke per our venture
Or head up to Minnesota, sit in with Piano Man Wesley
See if I've really got what it takes to make the band
Head down to Galveston, my Crewmate's got me a job there, working on boats and bringing in the daily haul
Maybe this fall, we can start a family
I can be the man you deserve, and I will be
We'll get a little cabin in the Land Between the Lakes
I'll get my act straight and always provide for you
I'll get the funds together and always provide
Could head over to Mayfield, the land where my Grandmother comes from
Or New Haven, then visit my Old Kentucky Home
The toads and the crickets will sing you to sleep at night
Deep down in Fulton County, is where my heart does lie
Gonna leave right now and come home to you
I should've wrote you back last time, and I'm sorry
I'm a different man now, I won't do those things again, I'll do what it takes to earn your love
I'll do whatever it takes to earn your love
Is where I come from, not sure if I'll make it back
I've been all over Deutschland, since 1917
I've been fighting the Banker Wars, thanks to Woodrow Wilson
Major General Smedley Butler, told me War is a racket
He said I'd be waiting at least twelve years, for my War Bonus
Might shoot over to West Virginia, and visit my Great Uncle Bernard
The deal is 16 dollars in smoke per our venture
Or head up to Minnesota, sit in with Piano Man Wesley
See if I've really got what it takes to make the band
Head down to Galveston, my Crewmate's got me a job there, working on boats and bringing in the daily haul
Maybe this fall, we can start a family
I can be the man you deserve, and I will be
We'll get a little cabin in the Land Between the Lakes
I'll get my act straight and always provide for you
I'll get the funds together and always provide
Could head over to Mayfield, the land where my Grandmother comes from
Or New Haven, then visit my Old Kentucky Home
The toads and the crickets will sing you to sleep at night
Deep down in Fulton County, is where my heart does lie
Gonna leave right now and come home to you
I should've wrote you back last time, and I'm sorry
I'm a different man now, I won't do those things again, I'll do what it takes to earn your love
I'll do whatever it takes to earn your love
Writer: Douglas Gurley, B. E. King
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