The Hang-Out Gang

(álbum: High Cumberland Jubilee - 1971)

The tour bus passed here yesterday
Exciting all the fools who pay
To see the naked lady in our yard

The hang out gang is back in town
Rumor has it going 'round they brought back
Four new groupies and a St. Bernard

We're peaceful and abiding cats
Some call gypsies some call brats
But bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus

All we were doing was hanging and little Koochie was sanging
Mama I'm guilty of hanging out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hanging out

The fast approaching local heat was pounding out the southeast beat
When they came upon Koochie in our yard
She smiled "Sir, I meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up taking in our St. Bernard
(He didn't tag you'all)

All we were doing was hanging and little Koochie was sanging
Mama I'm guilty of hanging out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods children
And Lord it's a good place for hanging out

Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out
'Til we both turn blue
Mama I'm guilty of hanging out

All we were doing was hanging and little Koochie was sanging
Mama I'm guilty of hanging out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods children
And Lord it's a good place for hanging out