Ca** McCombs - Petrified Forest lyrics

Our lives weave a pattern A staff twined by adders Our mouths Sore to chew Now you're eating for two Yesterdays Wine and song Are you very far along? What's the dream to the bed? What's the wreath to the glorious dead? Look at what I found in the dresser! No means yes Petrified forest Dad gummite Gall dangit Dag nabbit You're darn tootin' tripping is un-American Do you ever get the feeling That you're being followed by a van Yesterdays Yet to come Wine some, lose some No means yes Petrified forest