Boro Boogie Pickers Wilbur
Wilbur was his name stands 4 foot 5 'FIVE'Lives along
the tracks going through the mountain side
Runs the number nine, drives the whiskey and the gin
It's hard to tell you where he's at, but I can tell you
where he's been...
Get on down, YEAH...Get on down
Yeah, Wilbur was the law and now he runs the court
Get on down to Wilburs if you want yourself a snort
Finest wine in the west, number nine bound, Get on
down...YEAH...get on down
Wilbur's trains headin back and it's comin round the
bend
It passed ole creek an hour ago and it's comin back
again...
The wines all gone, the coal burned out, he's holdin
another stash 'STASH'
Wilbur's train leaves at 5, boys don't let it pass...
Get on down, YEAH...Get on down
Yeah, Wilbur was the law and now he runs the court
Get on down to Wilburs if you want yourself a snort
Finest wine in the west, number nine bound, Get on
down...YEAH...get on down
Wilbur stopped the train, to pick the whole gang up
We rode that train through the night
Till I thought I had enough.
The sun came up, he lit a pipe, so I hopped back on
again.
This trains been lost for several days, That's how this
all began...
Get on down, YEAH...Get on down
Yeah, Wilbur was the law and now he runs the court
Get on down to Wilburs if you want yourself a snort
Finest wine in the west, number nine bound, Get on
down...YEAH...get on down
