Crazy
(Pylon)

Listen

You're funny and you don't know why
You're funny and you can't even cry
You're funny and you don't know why
You're funny and you don't even try

Cause your head's shaking cause your arms are shaking
And your feet are shaking cause the earth is shaking

You're hungry and you don't know why
You're hungry and you can't even cry
You're hungry and you don't know why

There she goes again
She's out on the street again
She's down on her knees my friend
Won't have to ask her please again

Look a little closer there's no tears in her eyes
You know she won't make it with just any guy
What can you do
See her walking down the street
With all your friends she's gonna meet
You'd better hit her

From the back of my neck, oh oh oh
Wired a glass jaw, oh oh
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Strum your jew's-harp, you're reeking gin

Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they've got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound

Johnny Mike is reading in the yard
His story's timely, oh oh oh

Reverend Bill Funderburk sings 'He Cared That Much For Me';
Charles Surratt introduces his own composition 'On Calvary For Me';
'The Joy of Knowing Jesus' is a song of pure delight featuring John Barbee;

The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery
gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn 'The Old Rugged Cross';

Women got legs, men got pants
I got the picnic, you got the ants,
Put it in the fire heaven knows
Take my torch and touch your toes in hell
It's a burning hell

You can burn in Hell
It's a burning hell
You can burn in hell
It's a burning hell

Women don't fret, boys don't bet
Let me see your silhouette in hell
Women above me take my love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love

[Instrumental]

Light voices scream nothing seems real's a dream
Leaving the things that you learned behind
Leaving the things that you love behind
All of the things that you learned were real
Nothing except for the years
Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream
Toys toys toys in the attic

Light voices scream nothing seems real's a dream
Leaving the things that you love behind

Windout - if you're out of wind
Windout - if you're really spent
Windout - if you're young and red

Yeah, tick tock, it's tine o'clock
Once is good enough, you really go...

So find out - if you're really spent
Find out - if you're out of wind
Windout - if you're out of sin

Winding up

There's no doubt - that you're feeling fine
No doubt - that you're out of mind

Postcard stowaway within
Pristine indigo without
Banded ottoman as such
Sofa seated one too much

All along the range all along the range
Ages of you

Train pulls over hanging bridge
Conductor looks up, thinks
out and down, hands stuck to the left
to the right, you should fall,
the horses just don't gossip anymore

Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel just about everything
Lately I'm just feeling bad
Lately I'm just feeling bad

Linger on your pale blue eyes

I thought of you as my mountain top
I thought of you as my peak
I thought of you as just about everything
I had but couldn't keep
I had but couldn't keep

[Instrumental]

Come on aboard, I promise you you won't hurt the horse
We treat him well, we feed him well.
There's lots of room for you on the bandwagon,
The road may be rough, the weather may forget us
But won't we all parade around and sing our songs,
a magic kingdom, open-armed

Greet us hello, bravo, name in lights
Passing on the word to fellow passengers and players, passing in,

Here she comes you better watch your step
She's going to play you for a fool it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She'll build you up to just put you down
What a clown

Cause everybody knows the things she does to please
She's just a little tease
See the way she walks hear the way she talks

You're written in her book

Hey this is David
I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma
Put on my boots and going down to Walter's
Get me some barbecue
Bring some home to the misses
He'll give you a bag to put it in
This is David, signing off

King Of The Road
(Roger Miller)

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars no pool no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
It takes four hours of pushin' broom
To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means

Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don't get caught.
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, let us out.
Wilder lower wolves. Here's a house to put wolves out the door.
In a corner garden, wilder lower wolves.
House in order. House in order. House in order. House in order.
Down there they're rounding a posse to ride.

(repeat verse)

I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change.
Though all the feelings that broke through that door just didn’t seem to be too real.
The yard is nothing but a fence, the sun just hurts my eyes somewhere.
It must be time for penitence. Gardening at night is never where.
Gardening at night. Gardening at night. Gardening at night.

The neighbors go to bed at ten.

There’s a secret stigma, reaping wheel.
Diminish, a carnival of sorts.
Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel.
Stranger, stranger to these parts.

Gentlemen don’t get caught, cages under cage. Gentlemen don’t get caught,
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town. Boxcars (are pulling) out of town.
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town.

(repeat 1st verse and chorus)

Secluded in a marker stone
Not only deadlier but smarter too smarter too
All along the tomb, all along the ruin
Secluded in a marker stone
Not only deadlier but smarter too smarter too

I could live a million, I could live a million, I could live a million,
I could live a million years.

(repeat 1st verse and chorus)

All along all along all along the tomb

We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the A-P-T
We'll stumble through the yard
Force fields. Explorer racing home, the ancient star.
Yellow mixed with golden hue.
Scan the graveyard, dead there be.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.

(Repeat 1st verse 3 times)

It was round about midnight. Hipster town.