Critterland (Live)
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I could've been a businessman, I was too hot-headed
Plus I never had the money, plus I kinda got arrested
But my sweet old folks thought I'd make a decent one of those
And I still live the kind of life where people judge on your clothes
Now it's 40 miles back road on all-terrain tires
That little blue hymnal sittin' open all the while
Singin' songs to a god I have met but do not know
And makin' wagers on the critters that we see crossin' the road
Yeah the sparrow on the wing taught me to find you
And the possum knows his own mind more than I do
I am here for all the love that I can stand
Take me to critterland
In the decade of our lovin' we have grown to not-so-young
I have come to know the seasons by the lashing of your tongue
But propane gently sputters, there's spring water in our tap
Oh why can't we feel the peace of this sweet dog upon our laps?
Oh the granny witch and herbalist have remedies for us
It's a tincture and a prayer poured down the holler of our guts
On the homestead in the pine-bed we've grown our holy power
Layin' bare like the critters there hour by loving hour
Yeah the sparrow on the wing taught me to sing for you
And the possum keeps her young closer than I do
I am here for all the grief that I can stand
Take me to critterland
I never thought I could love like this!
They think I'm a queer and a communist
But I'll go along to get along, cause it feels so right
'Cause why have a god if no one is saved?
I think love is a burden if it isn't brave
I'll live and die forever there, right in that divide
It's hard to say what I have learned from all these hills and hymns
But we're dying and we're singing, I love you, and we've sinned
And when marauders come, 'cause the apocalypse is nigh
I want my rifle on my shoulder and my lover by my side
I want to be the kinda man that stands his ground and dies
Take my fiddle and my good hat and go out in style
I'll do it all for family, not for glory or a god
In the a war that's ragin' tween the haves and the have-nots
Oh the sparrow on the wing taught me to fight for you
And the possum keeps his teeth sharper than I do
You can bury me where I make my last stand
At the battle of critterland
Plus I never had the money, plus I kinda got arrested
But my sweet old folks thought I'd make a decent one of those
And I still live the kind of life where people judge on your clothes
Now it's 40 miles back road on all-terrain tires
That little blue hymnal sittin' open all the while
Singin' songs to a god I have met but do not know
And makin' wagers on the critters that we see crossin' the road
Yeah the sparrow on the wing taught me to find you
And the possum knows his own mind more than I do
I am here for all the love that I can stand
Take me to critterland
In the decade of our lovin' we have grown to not-so-young
I have come to know the seasons by the lashing of your tongue
But propane gently sputters, there's spring water in our tap
Oh why can't we feel the peace of this sweet dog upon our laps?
Oh the granny witch and herbalist have remedies for us
It's a tincture and a prayer poured down the holler of our guts
On the homestead in the pine-bed we've grown our holy power
Layin' bare like the critters there hour by loving hour
Yeah the sparrow on the wing taught me to sing for you
And the possum keeps her young closer than I do
I am here for all the grief that I can stand
Take me to critterland
I never thought I could love like this!
They think I'm a queer and a communist
But I'll go along to get along, cause it feels so right
'Cause why have a god if no one is saved?
I think love is a burden if it isn't brave
I'll live and die forever there, right in that divide
It's hard to say what I have learned from all these hills and hymns
But we're dying and we're singing, I love you, and we've sinned
And when marauders come, 'cause the apocalypse is nigh
I want my rifle on my shoulder and my lover by my side
I want to be the kinda man that stands his ground and dies
Take my fiddle and my good hat and go out in style
I'll do it all for family, not for glory or a god
In the a war that's ragin' tween the haves and the have-nots
Oh the sparrow on the wing taught me to fight for you
And the possum keeps his teeth sharper than I do
You can bury me where I make my last stand
At the battle of critterland