Ed Lee - Grayson Capps

The old uncle Ed Lee

He was bad to drink

Couldn’t hold a job, would just

Sit there and think

But he had two daughters, they’s both

Valedictorian

Graduated in May

Then never came back home again

Ed Lee and his wife

Alone at the house

She held his whiskey 'bove the sink

As she poured it all out

And Ed Lee said, «Look here woman

Now my job here is done»

Packed up his books

Was out on the run

Built himself a shack under

Conecuh River

A pretty little place

Built out of fallen timber

His wife built him a cake that said

«Daddy, please come home»

He said, «There's nothin' here but us chickens

And we prefer to be alone»

Ed Lee lived off them old Norwegian sardines

He ordered classical literature from the magazine

Drank a whole entire bottle of whiskey every day

Until a pile of whiskey bottles began to grow in the shade

Bought himself a sack of that old Quikrete cement

Commenced to build himself a whiskey bottle fence

The Evan Williams, the Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, oh you know what I mean

Stuff like Jameson, Bushmills if he ever had any money

If he never had any money, it was stuff like Ten High, Four Roses and Rebel Yell

But he got to the bottom of a bottle of Old Crow and

Up, up to heaven, heaven here we go

Ed Lee died ladies and Gentleman, just about 30 years ago

And somebody else lives there these days, who it is, we do know

His name is Jimmy Wilson, holding up the back wall of Jimmy Wilson’s tool shed,

a little stretch of the that fence is still standing today

Stands about six feet high and ten feet wide

It’s underneath an old cutler (sp?) vine

Oh my God, I cain’t believe my eyes

Ed Lee’s whiskey bottle fence is still standing high today

Yes it is ladies and gentleman, headed down highway 41, South of Brewton,

Alabama

Its over the Conecuh River bridge, headed down toward Pensacola, Florida

A little town called Riverview to a cross roads at a Shell Station,

White Horse Tavern, take a left at the dirt road

Instead of taking a left you’ll go to the boat launch and take a right

Three houses to the left off of Jimmy Wilson’s land

Hey, hoh, well oh yeah