Mailbox Blues
Lyrics
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I'm gonna move up to the country, baby
Paint the mailbox blue
I'm gonna move up to the country, baby
Paint my mailbox blue
Put some flowers on it
Paint some trailin' vines and
I'm leavin' LA, baby
Sugar, now you know the smog has got me down
I am leavin' LA, baby
The smog done got me down
I'm moving up to the country, mama
Where there ain't no doggone smoke around
Come here, baby
Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand
Come here, baby
Papa take you by the hand
Won't you be my woman
I'ma be your city boy, country man, Roberto
I'm gonna move up to the country
Paint the mailbox blue
I'm gonna move up to the country, baby
Paint the mailbox blue
Put some flowers on it
Paint some trailin' vines and dew
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, I can remember walking into the studio
With the, all I had was the bassline
And I knew that enough, I had an idea
And I went in and I, and we just passed it around
And then next thing you know, we had a track
That was what was so great about it
Plus, we were really lucky
The producer that produced me learned early on
That we didn't need him in the studio
We knew what the music was, they might have been the session musicians that everybody knew
Or you know, who was in the wrecking crew
But they was wrecking some music, as far as I was concerned
Writer(s): Taj Mahal
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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