Link Wray

Jimmy Stokes came from Alabam'
with just the shirt on his back
But with a big determination
to make it big and never come back
He said goodbye to his girl Sue
and left the farm to see what he could do
Came east to the big, hard city
saw the sights, lord have pity

Every move he made seemed to be right
made some good friends, he became tight
Always played it cool, he was never a bore
kept his eyes open always knowin' the score
He waited for his break and took his prize
and as you would assume, he was on the rise
And with a little help from his friends
Jimmy became a business head

Now Jimmy Stokes he was selling cokes
and all the pretty ladies in town
He ran his business and was discreet,
paid every cop on his beat
He rides a big, custom-tone, purple Cadillac
with his name written on the back
If you can't get it and you don't know
all you have to do is ask Jimmy Stokes

Pretty soon power went to his head
he started to treat his friends bad
One night while a big bash at his pad,
a knock on the door, the F.B.I. said,
"Come on Jimmy let's go back to Alabama
with a ball and chain doin' time in the hole,
you are on the chain,
come on Jimmy"

I was born down in the country
Down where the cotton grows
Turnin' off the main highway
Goin' down that country road

There's a place down in the country
Where the pine trees grow so tall
Walk across that old log bridge
Stretching 'cross Black River Swamp

I can hear them bullfrogs croaking
In the blackness of the night
Calling me back to my childhood
Down here in Black River Swamp

Saw my name carved on a big oak tree
Down there by the fishing hole
And the smell of old Black River
Where the waters are deep and cold

I can hear the hound dogs howlin'
Chasin' that old fox where I used to roam
Down there in the country
Callin' me to Black River Swamp

I can hear them hound dogs howlin'
Chasin' that old fox where I used to roam
Down there in the country
Callin' me to Black River Swamp

I was born in the country
Down where the cotton grows
Turnin' off the main highway
Goin' down that country road

There's a place down in the country
Where the pine trees grow so tall
Go across that log bridge
Stretching 'cross Black River Swamp