Over the Wateree Lyrics

Over The Wateree by the Floating Men
Owned and Lyrics by Jeff Holmes and The Floating Men
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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 naivet 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