Little America lyrics

I can't see myself at thirty

I don't buy a lacquered thirty

Caught like flies, preserved for tomorrow's jewelry, again

Lighted in the amber yard

A green shellback, green shellback

Preserved for tomorrow's eyes, in a tree beer tar-black br'er sap

The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest

The consul, a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost

Who will tend the farm museums?

Who will dust today's belongings?

Who will sweep the floor, hedging near the givens?

Rally 'round your leaders

It's the mediator season

Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led?

The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest

The consul, a horse, oh man, I think we're lost

The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest

A matter, of course, Jefferson, drive it

Lighted in the amber yard

A green shellback, green shellback

Skylight, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in a tree tar-black br'er sap

Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader's game

Another Greenville, another Magic Mart

Jeffers, grab your fiddle

The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest

The consul, a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost

The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest

The consul, a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost

Lost