Lyrics to Earle Byrd From Mexia
You know ol Earle Byrd down round Mexia
Friscos the closest town
Take a ride off the black top onto the chirt rock
Take ya right by his house
He got a cur dog chained to a dog wood
And a mule that's meaner than shit
He's got him a champion fighting rooster
That Chickens the pride of the Uriah pit
Served his country in Korea
Served his time up in a cell
For cooking up good homemade corn liquor
The Kind that make a man go blind
Kind that make a poor man richer
When the folks vote the county dry
Kind that'll get ya there quicker
Put some slack back in ya jaw
I'm talkin' that good homemade corn liquor Earl
Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
Well now ol' Earle Byrd is an outlaw
Sutton of the south
Was the last of a breed didn't brag didn't need you to run off and run ya mouth
Well now one time the grape vine wind and wind
through the hollers up in Perdue Hill
Well then follow the smoke stack way off the two track
and that's where they found the still
Did a ten year stint in Atmore prison farming in the fields
For cooking up good homemade corn liquor
The kind that make a man go blind
Kind that make a poor man richer
When the folks vote the county dry
Kind that'll get ya there quicker
Put some slack back in ya jaw
I'm talkin that good homemade corn liquor Earl
Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
Well now ol' Earle Byrd is 90 something sittin' on the porch
sippin' Nehi nawin' on a sugar cane shoe
Ride out to the house
and he'll tell ya all about all the rot gut rye that he used to brew
He's a mountain of a man from Monroe an lord knows
He don't deny nothing of the preminission
Good ol boys from south Alabama make a livin during prohibition
Cooking up good homemade corn liquor
The kind that make a man go blind
Kind that make a poor man richer
When the folks vote the county dry
Kind that'll get ya there quicker
Put some slack back in ya jaw
I'm talkin that good homemade corn liquor Earle
Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
Till the crack of dawn
Till the crack of dawn
Friscos the closest town
Take a ride off the black top onto the chirt rock
Take ya right by his house
He got a cur dog chained to a dog wood
And a mule that's meaner than shit
He's got him a champion fighting rooster
That Chickens the pride of the Uriah pit
Served his country in Korea
Served his time up in a cell
For cooking up good homemade corn liquor
The Kind that make a man go blind
Kind that make a poor man richer
When the folks vote the county dry
Kind that'll get ya there quicker
Put some slack back in ya jaw
I'm talkin' that good homemade corn liquor Earl
Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
Well now ol' Earle Byrd is an outlaw
Sutton of the south
Was the last of a breed didn't brag didn't need you to run off and run ya mouth
Well now one time the grape vine wind and wind
through the hollers up in Perdue Hill
Well then follow the smoke stack way off the two track
and that's where they found the still
Did a ten year stint in Atmore prison farming in the fields
For cooking up good homemade corn liquor
The kind that make a man go blind
Kind that make a poor man richer
When the folks vote the county dry
Kind that'll get ya there quicker
Put some slack back in ya jaw
I'm talkin that good homemade corn liquor Earl
Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
Well now ol' Earle Byrd is 90 something sittin' on the porch
sippin' Nehi nawin' on a sugar cane shoe
Ride out to the house
and he'll tell ya all about all the rot gut rye that he used to brew
He's a mountain of a man from Monroe an lord knows
He don't deny nothing of the preminission
Good ol boys from south Alabama make a livin during prohibition
Cooking up good homemade corn liquor
The kind that make a man go blind
Kind that make a poor man richer
When the folks vote the county dry
Kind that'll get ya there quicker
Put some slack back in ya jaw
I'm talkin that good homemade corn liquor Earle
Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
Till the crack of dawn
Till the crack of dawn
