Ridin' Into Town Billy Shaw Ridin' into town Ridin' into town We've got the horse and buggy drawn And pulled it on around We've cleaned the house and swept the porch It's time we cover ground We'll sing a buncha travel songs Aridin' into town We spent the season hauling rocks And clearing out the field Pulling timber off the ridge For everything we build And now we gotta cabin With rooms for all the kids We filled up all your Mason jars And sealed 'em up with lids It's time to take the journey down And visit with the folks The kids can play with Granny While Grampa sits and smokes There's gonna be some dinner I'll keep it off my shirt The kid'll all eat turnip greens With cornpie for dessert I see the house I always loved Set up on the hill A worn down whitewashed picket fence A farm dog we call "Bill" Granny's holding grampa's hand A corncob in his mouth A little iron jockey stands A pointin' to the South It's time to head the wagon home It's time to say goodbye We had a grand ol' visitation Momma don't you cry We're gonna come back next year Just like the year before We'll pull it up to Heaven's gate The next time ever more

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