(D Cooper)
Summer is coming, catfish are jumping,
The willows are weeping up the river,
Mandaddy's wagon comes rattling and dragging
His magical route
He's bringing ghost stories and bright penny-whistles,
White Chinese muzzles 'n tins of glory
Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road
Chorus: Well, my name is Mandaddy and I roam these hills
I sing and I whistle and I'll cure your ills
Oh Mandaddy, oh Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills,
Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills
He walks like a farmer, talks like warm water,
Smells like tobacco and gun powder
He's bringing red garters and bright copper kettles
And brown leather shoes
He says, "I remember when your folks was youngun's
Laughing and running in Indian summer
They'd watch the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road"
Chorus:
Everything changes, it's only natural, nothing remains as it once started
This time next summer I may not be here, hear what I say
Children I love you, you make life worth living,
The river's worth crossing, the gifts worth giving
Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road
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