Spacegrass
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Tin shacks and catfish bones have been about all I've ever known.
The junebugs rattle and roll all around the old maypole.
Thunder and lightning, the catfish are biting.
I took a river boat downstream. I think you know what I mean.
The chicken hawks they are gathering. Above my head they are circling.
Old friends coming out visiting say hi and talk about collecting.
Stray dogs won't come near me. Was blind, now I see clearly.
Believe I'm fixing to die. When you're living in the country it's, "why, oh
why?"
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Look over yonder there on the farther shore, on the farther shore.
Look over yonder there. I see a ship of gold, I see a ship of gold.
Beyond that mountain there I see a Citty-on-a-Hille.
Its gates are open wide. I hear the ringing bells.
Look over yonder there on toward the burying ground.
Poor boy is all a fire. Poor boy is dead and gone. Oh, poor boy is dead and
gone.
One of these days the Ship of Gold will carry me to my reward.
Out of this world it will take me to hear the horns of Jubilee.
Pig fat and old pork rinds ain't enough to keep a man alive.
The bullfrog sleeps all day. Come night he has his say.
Believe I'm fixing to die. Believe I'll take my rest.
Believe I'm fixing to die. Believe I'll take my rest.
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Tin shacks and catfish bones have been about all I've ever known.
The junebugs rattle and roll all around the old maypole.
Thunder and lightning, the catfish are biting.
I took a river boat downstream. I think you know what I mean.
The chicken hawks they are gathering. Above my head they are circling.
Old friends coming out visiting say hi and talk about collecting.
Stray dogs won't come near me. Was blind, now I see clearly.
Believe I'm fixing to die. When you're living in the country it's, "why, oh
why?"
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Look over yonder there on the farther shore, on the farther shore.
Look over yonder there. I see a ship of gold, I see a ship of gold.
Beyond that mountain there I see a Citty-on-a-Hille.
Its gates are open wide. I hear the ringing bells.
Look over yonder there on toward the burying ground.
Poor boy is all a fire. Poor boy is dead and gone. Oh, poor boy is dead and
gone.
One of these days the Ship of Gold will carry me to my reward.
Out of this world it will take me to hear the horns of Jubilee.
Pig fat and old pork rinds ain't enough to keep a man alive.
The bullfrog sleeps all day. Come night he has his say.
Believe I'm fixing to die. Believe I'll take my rest.
Believe I'm fixing to die. Believe I'll take my rest.
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.