Over The Wateree by the Floating Men
Owned and Lyrics by Jeff Holmes and The Floating Men
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D
No, I really couldn’t stay
Bm F#
What with all of these meetings to make
G A
I keep waking up naked, clawed up, and
D A
sore in a goddess’s bed every day
D
I’ll take part of the blame
Bm F#
If I seem a little lost in a daze
G A
Every time I think I got my feet on the ground
D
I look down
A
and the ground moves away
Bm
It goes shaking away
A G
I look down and the ground moves away
Bm D
Why the hell would I want any money?
Bm D
With all these acres of anger to farm,
Bm D
A quiet understanding with manhood, and
Em A
a fist full of feathers and yarn?
Em F# G
I’m wading over the Wateree
Em F# G
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
A D
In the shade of the trees
D
I’ve been speaking in tongues
Bm F#
With the breath of gods in my lungs
G A
I’ve been channeling Ponce de Leon
D A
Swallowing sunlight, and coming undone
D
I remember how tenderness tastes
Bm F#
I can still see the smile on her face
G A
When she spotted me drunk on the trunk of the car
D A
in Kentucky on the day of the race
Bm
Laughing "My, what a waste!"
A G
Howling "My, what a pitiful waste!"
Bm D
Why the hell would I want any whiskey?
Bm D
When I done shot out the lights on the street
Bm D
With a kerosene lantern in one hand and
Em A
The mysteries of manhood clamped in my teeth
Em F# G
I’m wading over the Wateree
Em F# G
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
A D
In the shade of the trees
(Solo)
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A Dsus2
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A G
D
In the dark at the top of the stairs
Bm F#
We were way to wasted to care
G A
Our naiveté beaded like sweat on the walls,
D A
hell, it hung like honey in the air
D
But, hey, what’s a memory or two
Bm F#
In the cycle of planets and moons?
G A
If I came here to claim the lifeless remains
D A
of my wildest dreams, I should know what to do
Bm A G
I ought to know what to do, I should know what to do
Dsus2
I should know what to do
Bm Fm7
Why the hell would I want Marijuana?
G A
With all these mountains of madness to move
Bm Fm7
When the Martian marauders come marching
G
they'll march without manhood
A
stuck to their shoes
[Final_CHORUS]
Em F# G
I’m wading over the Wateree
Em F# G
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
Fm7 Bm
In the shade of the tallest trees
A G/B Dsus2
In the shade of the trees
[Outro]
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A Dsus2
Dsus2 A6sus4 G/B A G Dsus2
