Iron & Wine - Me and lazarus

Me and L^Cazarus, we shovel all the ashes out Black bare linens blowing 'round Back and forth and up and down oh oh w^Bboah, guess I had nowhere else to g^Co

Me and L^Cazarus kept bailing on the riverboat Floating by the choir rose Bobbing in the ebb and flow oh oh w^Bboah, guess I had nowhere else to g^Co

He's an em^Bbancipated p^Funk and he can d^Cance But he's got a h^Bbole in the p^Focket of his p^Cants Must be a s^Bbymptom of outst^Fanding circumsta^Cnces Woa^Bbh ^{F C}

Me and La^Czarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon Fever flowing through the room Far too long and way too soon oh oh w^Bboah, guess I had nowhere else to ^Cgo

Me and La^Czarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes Never made the local news oh oh w^Bboah, guess I had nowhere else to ^Cgo

And I'm a li^Bbberated lo^Fser that can r^Coll But where my po^Bbcket was I'm p^Feeking through a h^Cole A couple sec^Bbond-chances su^Frely would con^Csole me Wo^Bbah ^{F C}