Kerosene Hat Lyrics

Kerosene Hat - Cracker
vetters@vax1.elon.edu
How can I fly with these old donkey wings
?
while the magfire sings
some shiny song
old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
in the elevator
Everything seems like a dream
Life's a scream
Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
a'courting his girl
come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
?
with the devilish spoon
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
when you're submarine
anyone got the solo?
So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
and your old chaise lounge
?
a wickerman's fence of leathery tires
and the cooks gone bad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream
when your submarine
Head like a stream, she says softly to me
from the rattling chair
bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
my medicine lamp
Everything seems like a dream
Life's a scream
some whispered stuff I can't make out

I Steve Vetter I I'm not the same I
I vetters@vax1.elon.edu I As I was long ago I
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>From: vettersj@mindspring.com (Steve Vetter)
>Subject: CRD: Kerosene Hat - Cracker
>Date: Fri, 4 Oct 1996 19:49:00 -0400
Kerosene Hat - Cracker
vettersj@mindspring.com
09.28.96 I have cleaned this file up a bit. Someone mailed me
the chords a couple of years ago and now I am updating the file.
How can I fly with these old doggy wings
?
while the magfire sings
some shiny song
old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
in the elevator
Everything seems like a dream
Life's a scream
Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
a'courting his girl
come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
?
with the devilish spoon
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
when you're submarine
anyone got the solo?
So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
and your old chaise lounge
?
a wickerman's fence of leathery tires
and the cooks gone bad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream
when your submarine
Head like a stream, she says softly to me
from the rattling chair
bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
my medicine lamp
Everything seems like a dream
Life's a scream
some whispered stuff I can't make out