Well, some friends of mine named the Lexington Brothers wrote that song
And they told me it was the perfect Ole Miss Grove song
I wrote them back a letter and told them it was NOT the perfect Ole Miss Grove song because they hadn’t said anything at all about mama, or trains, or trucks (well they actually did mention trucks), or prison, or gettin’ drunk.
Well, they sat down and wrote another verse to the song and they sent it to me
And after reading it, I realized that my friends had written the perfect Ole Miss Grove song.
And I felt obliged to include it on this forum. The last verse goes like this here:
Well, I was drunk on Beam and Coke the day my Mom got outta Vaught Hemmingway’s holding prison (for throwing whiskey bottles).
And I went to pick her up after the game.
But, before I could get to the Grove in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train (of rowdy students).
And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin’ in the rain. No,
You don’t have to call me Colonel… Rebel’
You never even call me
Well, I wonder why you don’t call me
Why don’t you ever call me by my name?
Now that was good stuff. Moreton, you are a gem.
Well, some friends of mine named the Lexington Brothers wrote that song
And they told me it was the perfect Ole Miss Grove song
I wrote them back a letter and told them it was NOT the perfect Ole Miss Grove song because they hadn’t said anything at all about mama, or trains, or trucks (well they actually did mention trucks), or prison, or gettin’ drunk.
Well, they sat down and wrote another verse to the song and they sent it to me
And after reading it, I realized that my friends had written the perfect Ole Miss Grove song.
And I felt obliged to include it on this forum. The last verse goes like this here:
Well, I was drunk on Beam and Coke the day my Mom got outta Vaught Hemmingway’s holding prison (for throwing whiskey bottles).
And I went to pick her up after the game.
But, before I could get to the Grove in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train (of rowdy students).
And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin’ in the rain. No,
You don’t have to call me Colonel… Rebel’
You never even call me
Well, I wonder why you don’t call me
Why don’t you ever call me by my name?
Sincerely,
~Johnny Rebel
think I like your version better