Billy Callery      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      Chorus:   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      Chorus:   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      Chorus:   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