Little America

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

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, Jeffer, 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