Rock on my belly, lying on the bottom of the pool I'm a rock on the belly, lying on the bottom of the pool There's a man on the bank ten thousand years my younger I see a face on the water one hundred hundred years my younger But I can't go back, he can't go back I can't make it back to where I came As I hold my whole body under
Legs, tail, and belly shaking the top of the pool Legs, tail, and belly shattering the window of the pool Mouth and belly scaring the fish down under Tongue and belly scaring the snakes there too But I can't go back - the dog won't go back He won't run the path to his master's home 'Til he climbs that bank over yonder
Well, the fish gonna make it home in a couple of days The birds gonna make it home before his grip turns dry
Everybody's moving but me Everybody's moving but me I'm gonna make it home piece by piece I'm gonna make it home piece by piece
There goes my arms *make it home* There goes my legs *make it home* There goes my leadbelly
I'm a rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool Rock on my belly Rock on my belly Rock on my belly Rock on my belly Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a poolTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
