He's a mighty good leaderHe's a mighty good leaderHe's a mighty good leaderAll the wayAll the way, LordFrom up to heavenHe's a mighty good leaderAll the way He led my motherHe led my motherHe led my motherAll the wayAll the way, LordFrom up to heavenHe led my motherAll the way He's a mighty good leaderHe's a mighty good leaderHe's a mighty good leaderAll the wayAll the way, LordFrom up to heavenHe's a mighty good leaderAll the way

Open up the doorLay the orange juice on the floorWe're having a picnic on the other side of town There's sleeping bags and fireAnd it's getting down to the wireSo grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile 'Cause its getting hard to thinkAnd my clothes are starting to shrinkAnd the moon is sagging down like a metal ball And the world is a holidaySmokin' in an old ashtrayThey just blow it out their nose and say okay So let's try to make it lastThe past is still the pastAnd tomorrow is just another crazy scam

Well there ain't nobody left to impressAnd everyone's kissing their own handsThis 666 on the kitchen floorAin't no fire in the pan I get lonesomeI get lonesomeI get lonesomeI get lonesome So glad to be a slabStiff as a stick on a boardI get thoughts and dirty socksPiled in the corner I get lonesomeI get lonesomeI get lonesomeI get lonesome Getting fat on your own fearBring that beer over hereI stomp on the floorJust to make a sound I get lonesomeI get lonesomeI get lonesomeI get lonesome

Long ago things to beI've got a garden hose and a color tvI've got time on my handsI've got time on my handsNobody cares what I do Long ago things to doI've got a burnt orange peel and a potato stewI've got work to get doneI've got work to get doneNobody knows where to run I've got a quart of milk and some sound adviceI've got trees to drink but they smell so niceDon't give me the fluNobody knows I'm with you Back and forth I dodge a flyLike a feather in the skyWrite me out a checkGive me all your cashNobody knows, so just go home Oh, yes

DefinitelyThis is the wrong place to beThere's blood on the futonAnd there's a kid drinkin' fire Goin' down to the seaThey got people to meetShakin' hands with themselvesLookin' out for themselves When they ask you for creditGive them a branchWhen they want you to get itChew on the grass I know, I know'Cause they told me to tell youThere's nothing to tell youThere's nothing to sell you In the afternoonRidin' the scapegoatBurning equipmentDecomposing Cool off your jetsTake off your sweatsI got a funny feelingThey got plastic in the after life When they want you to cryLeap into the skyWhen they suck your mind Like a pigeon you'll fly I know, I knowIt's the postive peopleRunnin' from their timeLookin' for some feeling

Close your eyes and see waterSliding up the back of your headFolding into your clothingCovering eveything you said Climb up intoNo one's gonna miss you Dried up on the shorelineDrinking everything you saidOffering food to the ladiesPulling down animals in trees Climb up intoNo one's gonna miss you

Go back home, bury my load Yellow cat laying flat on the road Been so long since I been gone Ziplock bag holding my comb

Go where you want to Do the things you feel Walk around with a broken leg And a hundred dollar bill Get yourself a pistolGet yourself a dogStay up all night gettin' drunkSleeping in a hollow log Walk till you're restlessSleep till you're tiredWake up without thinkingYou're the one that I desire

Stand outside with a suitcase(There's a forcefield 'round my neck)Walk around all the while (And it stands just where I sit)Look at the people driving backwards (And the stance I took on that)No particular style (Leaves that forcefield 'round my back) Don't let it get near youDon't let it get too close(And the stance I took on that)Don't let it turn you into(Leaves a forcefield round my neck)The things you hate the most Roll out your silver-dollar coffinsPull out your buckskin glovesTell them anything you want toThe sound comes from above Don't let it get near you Don't let it get too close (And the stance I took on that)Don't let it turn you into(Leaves a forcefield round my neck)The things you hate the most Don't let it get near youDon't let it get too closeDon't let it turn you intoThe things you hate the most There's a forcefield 'round my neckAnd it stands just where I sitAnd the stance I took on thatLeaves a forcefield 'round my neck There's a forcefield 'round my neck And it stands just where I sit And the stance I took on that Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck

Fourteen rivers, fourteen floodsBend your body to the heavens aboveDon't get drunk, don't get dryJust bring your money next Saturday night Forty miles on a cattle trailWith a half-dead mule and nothing on my mindAll my life I've been talking fastTaking all the things that I should have let pass Throw my hat on a coffin nailPut another brick in the fire placeWell I don't know about you or meBut someone got loose back in town