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Come Down Missouri
Words & Music: Joe Stickley

All is in tune in your true blue saloon
Out on the hills of Missouri
Where sleep is a place and a place is a bloom
Out on the hillside for you

So come down, Avia
Come down to Pari’
Whiskey’s for drinkin’
And water the merry
Come down, Avia, uh huh, uh huh
Come down Missouri my love
Oh, and shoot your true blue camera

When the numbers have all left the book little one
And the lines are breakin’ the pages
Count yonder comin’, under the sun
Seven gold hammers to none
And when double the work, boys, don’t double the pay
And paper is more than the wages
Head where the milk and honey are to taste
And time is your money to waste

Come down Isabella
Come down to Cali’
Whiskeys for drinkin’
And water the valley
Come down Isabella, uh huh, uh huh
Come down Missouri my love
Oh, and shoot your true blue camera

When the cypress and the scycamore find steep in the slope
And the myrtle is faint from the risin’
Rise like the fire, run with the smoke
And feed on the fruit of the yoke

Come down Missouri
Come down Missouri
Down by the fire, free of the fury
Come down Missouri, uh huh, uh huh
Come down Missouri my love

Oh, and shoot your true blue camera