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747 coming out of the sky mamma said son why you wanna fly when I was young my feet wouldn't stand still 'till they made it on down to Hendersonville Bluegrass falling like a driving rain mamma said that pickin's gonna drive me insane I said mamma I'll leave you in my will and we'll meet up down in Hendersonville They got 3 good lookin' women for every man they got bootleg whiskey sold in a gas can and the preacher ia a preachin' from a homemade still so lets stroll on down to Hendersonville well if the sky opens up and it begins to rain if the Lord sends a tornado or a hurricane then I'll get down on my knees and pray Lord close your eyes just one more day Well if having fun is some kind of crime then you can throw me in the pen 'till I'm 109 oh that cooler how it would be filled with the way they party down in Hendersonville From Letras Mania