The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #24520   Message #280803
Posted By: GUEST,Ketil again lol
19-Aug-00 - 01:45 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Four Wet Pigs (Greg Brown)

I was once a stately mansion
Back around Civil War times
Hard times they have fallen on me
And now I am past my prime

That day the owner left for war
It seemed as if my world was reelin'
The South lost, though Lord knows she tried
And now my paint is cracked and peeling

Now my boards are bare, and who's to care
My yard is overgrown, my roof is old
To children I am haunted, to myself I am tired
I'm just an old wood house down the road

I'm just an old wood house down the road

And a bonus :)

Black crow sittin' on a red roof house on the hill
Old yellow truck in the driveway, got some miles on it still
Out front, the pavements buckled where the roots have taken hold
To the south lies the mountain, a glory to behold

Out on the lake, countless boats are sailing
Up on the shoreline a single figure runs
Off in the distance the Cascades rise aspiring
Bathed in gold by the setting sun

To the North lies Alaska, our last true frontier
To the West lies the ocean, and Olympia so dear
Back East lies madness, say what you will
Say I'm a maniac singin' on a hill

Out on the road, we tell all the turkeys
Yes it's always raining and the sun never shines
But all the natives know when the mountain lifts her skirts
The view from home will flat out melt you mind

Black crow sittin' etc. ...

Hope that helps :)

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-Joe Offer-