Hey, wey, pull it all down
Sinking your teeth in a fruit gone brown
Hey, wey, turn it around
Ain’t nobody talking ‘hind me like that

Losing my grip on a past gone wild
Patting my back like an only child
Thinking I’m the only one loner this world
Packing my love away from you, girl

Hey, wey, pull it all down
Sinking your teeth in a fruit gone brown
Hey, wey, turn it around
Ain’t nobody talking ‘hind me like that

Shoes gone missing on the road I sway
Tourniquet laces hanging off my fray
Who’s that cornering me this night
Talking them down by the firelight

Hey, wey, pull it all down
Sinking your teeth in a fruit gone brown
Hey, wey, turn it around
Ain’t nobody talking ‘hind me like that

Looking at the weather as it rolls on in
Wallet’s no wetter than than the life I’ve been
Hoping that a cloud settle in my keep
Good rest coming when I get my sleep

Hey, wey, pull it all down
Sinking your teeth in a fruit gone brown
Hey, wey, turn it around
Ain’t nobody talking ‘hind me like that

Hey, wey, hey, hey
Hey, wey, hey
Hey, wey, hey, hey
Ain’t nobody come today

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I love a plucking banjo! I get a good night’s rest with banjo music playing in the background. It’s the sound of the wilds yet tamed, and the hushed awe of a campfire tale. I can’t get enough! If you’re like me, check this out! I took a journey last night by a stellar fireside. Take care out there, space cowboy!