The Black Crowes

Meet me by the banks of the sweet primrose
Follow it down to the shady grove
Bonnie blow the breeze by the cabin door
No two lovers could ask for more
So grab your fiddle and your old banjo
Play a country blues so sweet and slow
We'll sing along to the drunkard's doom
And rock all night by the silvery moon
These old trees grow straight to heaven
So it goes in the shady grove
When the old hen crackles and the ground gets cold
Our fine buck skin dances through the snow
We'll take to town on a Saturday night
You and me baby make such a sight
Whiskey, wine, name your pleasure
So it goes in the shady grove
Hey boys gather 'round
We'll put it up and they'll tear it down
Hey boys rockabye
Kiss the pretty girls goodbye
Hey boys up on high
Don't you stop till you reach the sky
Hey boys let it ring
A song for everyone to sing
When the fish start biting at the noon day fry