Standard (EADGBE)

No, I really couldn’t stay

What with all of these meetings to make

I keep waking up naked, clawed up, and

sore in a goddess’s bed every day

I’ll take part of the blame

If I seem a little lost in a daze

Every time I think I got my feet on the ground

I look down

and the ground moves away

It goes shaking away

I look down and the ground moves away

Why the hell would I want any money?

With all these acres of anger to farm,

A quiet understanding with manhood, and

a fist full of feathers and yarn?

I’m wading over the Wateree

To lay me down in the shade of the trees

In the shade of the trees

I’ve been speaking in tongues

With the breath of gods in my lungs

I’ve been channeling Ponce de Leon

Swallowing sunlight, and coming undone

I remember how tenderness tastes

I can still see the smile on her face

When she spotted me drunk on the trunk of the car

in Kentucky on the day of the race

Laughing "My, what a waste!"

Howling "My, what a pitiful waste!"

Why the hell would I want any whiskey?

When I done shot out the lights on the street

With a kerosene lantern in one hand and

The mysteries of manhood clamped in my teeth

I’m wading over the Wateree

To lay me down in the shade of the trees

In the shade of the trees

(Solo)

In the dark at the top of the stairs

We were way to wasted to care

Our naiveté beaded like sweat on the walls,

hell, it hung like honey in the air

But, hey, what’s a memory or two

In the cycle of planets and moons?

If I came here to claim the lifeless remains

of my wildest dreams, I should know what to do

I ought to know what to do

I should know what to do

Why the hell would I want Marijuana?

With all these mountains of madness to move

When the Martian marauders come marching

they'll march without manhood

stuck to their shoes

I’m wading over the Wateree

To lay me down in the shade of the trees

In the shade of the trees