Lyrics
Now that the telephones have all been tapped
Maybe, it's time to get off the map jack!
Shackle my love to the land
And my lovers call
Trade my lazy ass for a mule
Buy a few sheep and borrow the wool
But, maybe we shouldn't stray too far from the law
Well I've never owned a pistol
But, if my neighbors are cooking up the crystal
Suddenly I don't feel so tough
But it's all for naught
I've got more salt than water in the pot
And if my blood pressure ain't high enough
Well it's all sugar in the creek, my lover
We dissolve in the confluence
Make a motion
Study our devotion
Find a quiet mind
Drop your needle down into the groove
And put on your grooving shoes
Let your body do what it'll do
Now that the buckets have all been filled
We'll eat a couple caps up on the hillside
Sorry
True blue in your childlike wonder
Watch the light show, feel the thunder
Shaking the walls of this cage
Of birth, death, disease, and old age
I'm looking with your bloodshot eyes
For the light of an endless sky
And it's all sugar in the creek, my lover
We dissolve at the confluence
Make a motion
Study our devotion
Find a quiet mind
Drop your needle down into the groove
And put on your grooving shoes
Let your body do what it'll do
And it's all sugar in the creek, my lover
We dissolve in the confluence
Make a motion
Study our devotion
Find a quiet mind
Drop your needle down into the groove
And put on your grooving shoes
Let your body do what it'll do
