Blacksmith Blues Lyrics

Blacksmith Blues
Down in old Kentucky
Where horseshoes are lucky
There's a village smithy
Standing under the chestnut tree
Hear the hammer knocking
See the anvil rocking
He sings the boogie blues
While he's hammering on the shoes
See the hot sparks a-flying
Like Fourth of July-ing
He's even got the horses clopping
Pop, down the avenue
Folks love the rhythm
The clang-banging rhythm
You'll get a lot of kicks
Out of the Blacksmith Blues

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