Pot Can't Call The Kettle Black

Lace your shoes with country blues

Ramble down that dusty ole road

Take your money down in the town

Gonna get rich in the game

Come on home drunk at day break

You got no room to complain

Cause the pot can't call the kettle black

Cause the train's all runnin' on the same ole track

Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by

You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind

Grandpa had him a wanderin' eye

He must a passed it on down to me

None of the girls are pretty as Suzanne

But I like some that I see

Cause the pot can't call the kettle black

Cause the train's all runnin' on the same ole track

Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by

You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind

Bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good

I'd like you better that way

So clap your hands and make up a song

I hear every word that you say

Cause the pot can't call the kettle black

Cause the train's all runnin' on the same ole track

Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by

You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind

What in the world can a poor boy do

But let his ole ramblin' roll