Chorus:
Oh, play me some mountain music, like grandma and grandpa used to play.
Then I'll float on down the river to a Cajun hideaway
Drift away like Tom Sawyer, ride a raft with ol' Huck Finn.
Take a nap like Rip Van Winkle, daze dreamin' again.
Chorus
Swim across the river, just to prove that I'm a man.
Spend the day bein' lazy, just bein' nature's friend.
Climb a long tall hick'ry. Bend it over, "skinnin' cats."
Playin' baseball with chert rocks, usin' sawmill slabs for bats.
Bridge:
Play some back-home, come-on music that comes from the heart.
Play something with lots of feelin', 'cause that's where music has to start
Oh, play me some mountain music, like grandma and grandpa used to play.
Then I'll float on down the river to a Cajun hideaway, hey hey.
Tag:
Oh play me mountain music
Oh play me mountain music
Oh play me mountain music
Oh play me mountain music
Close Enough to Perfect
Sometimes her morning coffee's way too strong
And sometimes what she says she says all wrong
Heaven knows she's not an angel but she'd really like to be
And that's close enough to perfect for me
Now she's been known to wear her pants too tight
And drinking puts her out just like a light
Right or wrong she's there beside me like only a friend
would be
And that's close enough to perfect for me
Chorus:
She kisses me each morning
And smiles her sleepy smile
And she don't have to say it
I can see it in her eyes
Don't you worry about my woman
Or what you think she ought to be
'Cause she's close enough to perfect for me
Well sometimes she gets down and starts to cry
But then again a woman has a right
She's everything I ever wanted and all I'll ever need
She's close enough to perfect for me