God made the mountains God made the sky God made the people God knows why
He fixed up the planet As best as He could Then in come the people And gum it up good
The first thing you know They civilized the foothills And everywhere He put hills The mountains and valley below They come along and take 'em And civilize and make 'em A place where no civilized Person would go
The first thing you know The first thing you know They civilize what's pretty By puttin' up a city Where nothin' that's Pretty can grow
They muddy up the winter And civilize it, into a place Too uncivilized Even for snow
The first thing you know They civilize left They civilize right Till nothing is left Till nothing is right
They civilize freedom Till no one is free No one except By coincidence, me
The first thing you know The boozer's in prison And the criminal, he isn't And only the rascals have dough
When I see a parson I gotta put my arse in A wagon that follows the tail of a crow The first thing you know I pick up a growl The first thing you knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
