Sister don’t you get up and move,
Cuz without you I’ve got nothing to lose,
Hold tight like an Alabama noose,
Too many questions, nothing left to choose.
Oak trees blossom like the skinny child,
Looking all pretty, but you’re nails ain’t been filed,
Old habits always die young,
If you’re lucky I’ll take you in my son.
Come on in.
Cuz I used to wake up early in the morning,
But now I’m sleeping in.
On those porch steps watching you go,
Watch out for those money-men and their distracting shows,
Praying to god for some Alabama snow,
Anything to keep you here for a just a minute before you go.
Come on in.
Cuz I used to wake up early in the morning,
But now I’m sleeping in.
And he couldn’t stand cutting flowers,
That’s why he let the yard go.
Hold me to the machinery and watch it overflow.
And he couldn’t stand those piercing headaches,
That’s why he quit drinking gin.
Cuz he used to wake up early in the morning,
But now he’s sleeping in.
All the other seasons force a smile,
All the other reasons to let your hair grow for a while.
You can see from Cleveland that what that river needs is an arson trial.
Cuz he used to smell the pines from the windows,
But now they’re coming down.
credits
from Please Be Still,
released August 23, 2016
Written by Trevor Lyon, BMI
Trevor Lyon - vocals & rhythm guitar, Karl Benitez - Wurlitzer piano, Hammond organ, Nick Nordus - lead guitar, Eric Weisenstein - bass guitar, Patrick Long - drums
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