I kissed the ground. I coughed it up. My lemon skin. My broken jar. I pushed her down on my way up. I saw the top. Of her head. I was tired. So I went to bed.
Spent my whole paycheck. On the goddamn rent. And much more I can piss and moan about. Gonna piss and moan right outta here. . Spent the whole damn day.
A pinetar rampart in that there front yard. I got ripe in a way. You see that's mine out there in one goddamn night. Half eaten half eaten. I got ripe I got ripe in a way.
My poor uncle jimmy turk. He got his house full of water and dirt. In that flood of '94 pine island bayou. Came thru his door. In that flood of '94. That devil rain began t'poor.
Had some mojo I don't know. Bit her hand and charged. Wipe her life source from my chin. And my red guileful grin. That belies all the fire that flies.
If you gather 'round me, people. This story I will tell. About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw. Oklahoma knew him well. . It was in the town of Shawnee. On a Saturday afternoon.
There's a full moon risin' in the prairie sky tonight. Lord it's good to be on my way home. Over that horizon, she keeps the home fires burnin' bright.
Hey, hey turn up that song. I think about you when it comes on. And I get lifted off the ground. And when you're in my arms. I feel the beat down in my heart.
(Vic Chesnutt). I was shaking with laugther. scared the bratty children. did I destroy the ambience. I'm sure for that hoity-toity patron. it wasn't pretty when I looked into the face.
(Vic Chesnutt). where did you go after the parade. I wandered, searching for about an hour. then I parked it on a bench. shifting and sulking. those pesky little mosquitoes.
Countin' stars was a waste of time. In the sultry heat of that August night. We both knew what was really on our minds. When we said let's take a ride.