Standard (EADGBE)

 No, I really couldn’t stay

 What with all of these meetings to make

 I keep waking up naked, clawed up, and

 sore in a goddess’s bed every day

 I’ll take part of the blame

 If I seem a little lost in a daze

 Every time I think I got my feet on the ground

 I look down

 and the ground moves away

 It goes shaking away

 I look down and the ground moves away

 Why the hell would I want any money?

 With all these acres of anger to farm,

 A quiet understanding with manhood, and

 a fist full of feathers and yarn?

 I’m wading over the Wateree

 To lay me down in the shade of the trees

 In the shade of the trees

 I’ve been speaking in tongues

 With the breath of gods in my lungs

 I’ve been channeling Ponce de Leon

 Swallowing sunlight, and coming undone

 I remember how tenderness tastes

 I can still see the smile on her face

 When she spotted me drunk on the trunk of the car

 in Kentucky on the day of the race

 Laughing "My, what a waste!"

 Howling "My, what a pitiful waste!"

 Why the hell would I want any whiskey?

 When I done shot out the lights on the street

 With a kerosene lantern in one hand and

 The mysteries of manhood clamped in my teeth

 I’m wading over the Wateree

 To lay me down in the shade of the trees

 In the shade of the trees

(Solo)

 In the dark at the top of the stairs

 We were way to wasted to care

 Our naiveté beaded like sweat on the walls,

 hell, it hung like honey in the air

 But, hey, what’s a memory or two

 In the cycle of planets and moons?

 If I came here to claim the lifeless remains

 of my wildest dreams, I should know what to do

 I ought to know what to do

 I should know what to do

 Why the hell would I want Marijuana?

 With all these mountains of madness to move

 When the Martian marauders come marching

 they'll march without manhood

 stuck to their shoes

 I’m wading over the Wateree

 To lay me down in the shade of the trees

 In the shade of the trees