Mosin’
Hugh Cornwell
Making hay when I was grasshopper high
Cotton full and there was blues in the sky
He was mosin'
He was mosin'
Going fishing down on Grandaddy's farm
The bayou country never done him no harm
He was mosin'
He was mosin'
Tells it like it is when he's shooting the breeze
Hiding from the sun by staying under the trees
Found him swinging in an old Boston bar
With bass and drums but no sign of guitar
He was mosin'
He was mosin'
If you run across him treasure the jewel
Way down in New Orleans or loading his mule
Cause he's mosin'
Yes he's mosin'
Tells it like it is when he's shooting the breeze
Hiding from the sun by staying under the trees
Ooooooh cause he's mosin'
Ooooooh yes he's mosin'