Kelly Joe Phelps - Tight To The Jar lyrics

It's a ditch, okay. I have shoes and a blanket My head resting light on a stone Though it's hard it's still rounded with a pocket for brains or what goes for in halls under roof tile We'll sing another blistering ballad for grandma Melody sweet till it rolls out the ear And the beer flows free as advice With a tight hand holding the jar A tight hand holding the jar The mud cakes my chin strap, fills up my cuffs As I plod, now, from creek edge to street side As it dries I can whittle it little by little "Hey, look, now I'm light as a bee" And those gray clouds mean nothing to one such as I Though shadows stand tall as some school master whack On the back of a well intentioned quiet kid With my arms held around the jar My arms held around the jar And it's slow, so slow the idea The coming around of a sensible world It hovers and shakes like a hummingbird wing At the end of a long hot year At the end of a long hot year So fry up that supper, we're going to k** it for breakfast As we turn the table down side and crazy With the legs up, the women up, the men up to church For the spirit, the hen yard, the bent steel track rap It's a ditch, yeah, I know that, and, I do wonder How that bright faced, ten year old me of a boy Found the road out I never, I never could see With my arms held around a jar My arms held around a jar And it's slow, so slow the idea The coming around of a sensible world It hovers and shakes like a hummingbird wing At the end of a long hot year At the end of a long hot year At the end of a long hot year