Greg Brown - Flat Stuff lyrics

Sundown like a showtune Trumpets play full blast To create a great impression Ah, but it doesn't seem to last Flat stuff, flat stuff Way out to the way out to the setting sun The muskrat and the bullfrog The rabbit and the skunk Old barns full of blue sky Backyards full of junk Flat stuff, flat stuff Way out to the way out to the setting sun You can't find no river That ain't low and brown It's full of sixteen catfish Who just lay there farting aroun' Flat stuff, flat stuff Way out to the way out to the setting sun Pete hollers to Ruthie "Open me a beer. When you get it open, Bring it over here." Flat stuff, flat stuff Way out to the way out to the setting sun The sun looks like a cookie That didn't come out right Ah, the moon looks like a cookie And someone stole a bite Flat stuff, flat stuff Way out to the way out to the setting sun When them old boys come through Sometimes I think it would have been best If they'd said, "Jesus, it's too flat here" And just kept going West. Out of the flat stuff, flat stuff Way out to the setting sun