Turnpike Troubadours - 7 Oaks lyrics

[Verse 1] Well that banker He keeps calling Telling us our mortgage is overdue Gonna plow up the fields Gonna burn down the house And the banker he can have it when I'm through [Chorus] There ain't no silver left in these pockets There ain't no cornbread, Lord there ain't no wine That train don't stop around here anymore It done moved on down the line [Verse 2] Well the tax man He said old Uncle Sam Gotta get his share of the rake He can come around here He can look for himself There ain't nothing left he can take [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm gonna go back to Grandaddy's farm On Cherokee allotted land It ain't ever been owned by no one but him Won't be taxed by no other man [Chorus 2] There ain't no silver left in these pockets And here ain't no cornbread and there ain't no wine That train don't stop around here anymore It done moved on down the line I said that train don't stop around here anymore It done moved on down the line