Nine Miles North of Mason

By Dub Miller E A Nine miles north of Mason, thats where Ill make my stand E F# B near a tiny little town that time forgot, on a 10 acre tract of land E A I aint got no education, but I got one good workin hand E B E yeah, nine miles north of Mason, thats where Ill make my stand B A E I come from West Texas, in a town called Levelland A E F# B I hung the horses heads on the pump jacks, and thats how I lost my hand A B E A well the oil company went and fired me so I sued em for all that I can A E B E so they settled outta court and for my pain and suffrin got a 10 acre tract of land Chorus Well the farmers, they make fun of me and the ranchers just dont care that my watermelons done went under and my peanut crop went bare they say 10 acres aint enough for a man to sustain and last but Ill show em all next year when I plant the worlds favorite kind of grass Chorus Well my weeds grew up like wildfire, and the cash came rolling in but the feds they caught my number cause the locals caught my wind so with a match and a can of gasoline, boy 10 acres sure burns fast now Im headin for the border with a sack fulla money and a half empty tank of gas Chorus Well, I finally made it to Acuna, on nerve and lots of luck and all Ive got now is a bag fulla money, one hand and a beat up truck them feds they took away everything, with the land I hold so dear but I got one good hand to pull the slots in Vegas, and Ill buy 10 more next year. Chorus