[Intro: Bluegrass high-lonesome male lead, flatpicked guitar, train-beat drums] Ohh, lonesome, honey, lonesome on the ridge [Verse 1: Bluegrass high-lonesome male lead, fast and high over driving train-beat drums and flatpicked guitar] I got forty hives on Pickett Ridge and a stand down by the road Honey jars at six a pint and a coffee can for what you owed Honor box, I trusted folks, I trusted 'em for twenty year Till the jars went walkin' Tuesday and the coffee can was clear Then on Thursday, then on Saturday, the shelf was standin' bare And the only thing left on it was a jar lid and a prayer Sheriff said put up a camera, I said Sheriff, I got forty Forty hives of little witnesses, and not a one is sorry [Pre-Hook: Bluegrass high-lonesome male lead, resonator guitar sting] A bee will know your face, honey, better than your mama could And she'll tell the other sixty thousand, like a sister should [Hook: Bluegrass high-lonesome male lead, full band, high lonesome wail] Make a beeline, honey, make a beeline home Lock the door and pull the shade and leave my jars alone 'Cause you can run the ridge and you can run the road all night But they'll make a beeline, honey, straight for you, and then they bite [Verse 2: Bluegrass high-lonesome male lead, harder, bass guitar driving under the train beat] So I walked out to the hives at dusk and told 'em like the old folks do Lifted every lid and said, somebody's stealin' what you grew Told 'em Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, told 'em six a pint and gone And the hum went low and even like a motor in the barn Then the county fair on Sunday, ribbon table, pies in rows And a fella with a honey cake, the biggest that the county knows Blue ribbon pinned already, and he's grinnin' at the judge And I see the jar beside him, and it's my label, and my smudge [Hook: Bluegrass high-lonesome male lead, full band, high lonesome wail] Make a beeline, honey, make a beeline home Lock the door and pull the shade and leave my jars alone 'Cause you can run the ridge and you can run the road all night But they'll make a beeline, honey, straight for you, and then they bite [Bridge: Bluegrass high-lonesome male lead, swarm swell, a buzzing resonator chord swells under every line] First come one, then come ten, then come a hundred up the hill Then the sky goes brown and hummin' and the whole fair's standin' still And they pass the kids and pass the judge and pass the pies and pass the band And they make a beeline, honey, for the cake inside his hand [Hook: Bluegrass high-lonesome male lead, full band, high lonesome wail] Make a beeline, honey, make a beeline home Lock the door and pull the shade and leave my jars alone 'Cause you can run the ridge and you can run the road all night But they'll make a beeline, honey, straight for you, and then they bite [End]
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