The lyrics are almost as good as the song:
You’re sitting there yakkin’ right in my face
I guess I’m gonna have to put you in your place
Y’know if silence was golden
You couldn’t raise a dime
Because your mind is on vacation and your mouth is
Working overtime
You’re quoting figures, you’re dropping names
You’re telling stories about the dames
You’re always laughin’ when things ain’t funny
You try to sound like you’re big money
If talk was criminal, you’d lead a life of crime
Because your mind is on vacation and your mouth is
Working overtime
You know that life is short and talk is cheap
Don’t be making promises that you can’t keep
If you don’t like the song I’m singing, just grin and
Bear it
All I can say is if the shoe fits wear it
If you must keep talking please try to make it rhyme
‘Cause your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working
Overtime
spottedtoad 
Sad to see him go. My physician grandfather delivered him. His parents came into town from a hamlet about 20 miles away in a mule-drawn wagon for the delivery. One of my father’s buddies (not the one in the video) later backed him on drums in the 70’s.
Another fun fact: he got kicked out of Ole Miss for growing pot in the dorm.
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What a story!
It’s very interesting to me how skills like “singing the blues” develop. It’s neither that everyone can develop them or that only one group of people can develop them.
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