I could have been a businessman, I was too hot-headed Plus I never had the money, plus I kinda got arrested But my sweet old folks thought I'd make a pretty decent one of those And I still live the kind of life where people judge on your clothes
Now, it's forty miles of backroad on all-terrain tires That little blue hymnal sittin' open all the while Singin' songs to a god I have met but do not know Makin' wagers on the critters that we see crossing the road
Yeah, the sparrow on the wing taught mе to find you And the opossum knows his own mind more than I do I'm herе for all the love that I can stand Take me to Critterland
In the decade of our lovin', we've grown to not-so-young I've come to know the seasons by the lashing of your tongue But the propane gently sputters, there's spring water in our tap Oh, why can't we feel the peace of this sweet dog apon our laps?
Oh, the granny witch and herbalist have remedies for us It's a tincture and a prayer poured down the holler of our guts On the homestead in the pine beds, we've grown our holy power Laying bear like critters there hour by lovin' hour
Yeah, the sparrow on the wing taught me to sing for you And the opossum keeps her young closer than I do I'm here for all the grief that I can stand Take me to Critterland
Oh, I never thought I could love like this They think that I'm a queer and a communist But I'll go along to get along Darlin', it feels so right
'Cause why have a god, if no one is saved? I think love is a burden, if it ain't brave I live and die forever there Right there in that divine
Oh, it's hard to say what I have learned from all these hills and hymns But we're dyin' and we're singin', I love you and we've sinned And when marauders come 'cause the apocalypse is nigh I want my rifle on my shoulder, my lover by my side
I wanna be the kind of man that stands his ground and dies Take my fiddle and my good hat, I'll go out in style I'll do it all for family, not for glory or a god In the war that is ragin' between the haves and have-nots
Oh, the sparrow on the wing taught me to fight for you And the opossum keeps her teeth sharper than I do You can bury me where I make my last stand At the Battle of Critterland At the Battle of CritterlandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
