Stone County

from by Willi Carlisle

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $1 USD  or more



Stone County:

Well I was born in a suburban city,
Used to play baseball in concrete lots.
As a teenage boy I was none too pretty,
A hug at the door was as far as I got.

But I moved to country at twenty-two,
Tell me what else could a poor boy do?
I found what I's dreamin' of,
Oh, how mountain girls can love!

She said buddy lemmie take you back to Stone County
Where the whipporwill sings in the hills and valleys,
The air it's clean and the folks are keen
On strawberry wine and pure gasoline.

There's a population of ninety-five,
And I get lost inside her eyes.
It's a dirt road uphill, all left turns,
Get lost all night, I'll never learn!

She's round as a biscuit busy as a bee,
Prettiest thing you ever did see.
She's sharp as a thumbtack, deep as a cup,
Takes pints of Budweiser to fill 'er up.


She's hotter than a fresh flipped fox in a forest fire.
Everytime she's gone I'ma wonderin' where she are.
There's a Baptist fire comin' out her guitar:
She's my little Ozark star.


She's my strawberry wine, she's my pure gasoline.


from Too Nice to Mean Much, released July 30, 2016



all rights reserved


Willi Carlisle Fayetteville, Arkansas

Folksinger/poet from the Midwest and upper South.

Contact Willi @ for booking, insults, commentary, phone numbers.

contact / help

Contact Willi Carlisle

Streaming and
Download help