Текст песни
Bones in the cat, tails boots on flat.
Everybody's gone imagine that.
A little bit of this, a whole lot of that.
Moon went crooked, never came back.
Mud got hands, trees talk back.
Welcome home, Blackwater's back.
Grandad laughing underneath the dock,
Teaching every catfish how to pick a lock.
Jaw full of lightning sitting on a shelf.
Sometimes I don't even trust myself.
Smoke rolls sideways through the willow trees.
Wind keeps whispering somebody's pleas.
Every crow knows every lie.
Everybody's gone imagine that.
A little bit of this, a whole lot of that.
Moon went crooked, never came back.
Mud got hands, trees talk back.
Welcome home, Blackwater's back.
Grandad laughing underneath the dock,
Teaching every catfish how to pick a lock.
Jaw full of lightning sitting on a shelf.
Sometimes I don't even trust myself.
Smoke rolls sideways through the willow trees.
Wind keeps whispering somebody's pleas.
Every crow knows every lie.