Song by Drew Clayton
Lyrics by John Eagle
Mastered by Edro
Video by David Michael Jackson
Old River Stomp 2014 Artvilla.com/The Orchard
Ole River Stomp
Ole River is quiet
Early Saturday morn
The mist is rising
At the break of dawn
With the sounds of the cypress
Whispering in the wind
And the rippling waters
Well, it sounds like a church hymn
The fires are banked high
Like flickering lamps
The morning rite
Begins on another day
Foggy Mountain Breakdown
Plays on the radio
The frogs are burping
In the Ole River way
Chorus
It’s an Ole River morning
The very best kind
The water is waiting
The perch are on the rise
There’s Uncle Joe
He’s the captain of the ship
He wields his jiggin’ pole
Like a buggy whip
His cork disappears
Like acorns in a well
Here’s another fish
And a story to tell
The ice box is filled
Mounting with perch
On Sunday morning
We’ll be singing in church
Night descends
On the Ole River shores
With sounds of frying fish
And slamming screen doors
Chorus
It’s an Ole River morning
The very best kind
The water is waiting
The perch are on the rise
You can’t never tell
When we’ll be back again
But you can just bet
We will see you then
