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Over The Wateree by the Floating Men
Owned and Lyrics by Jeff Holmes and The Floating Men
floatingmen.com
No, I really couldn’tD stay
What with Bmall of these meetings toF# make
I keep waGking up naked, cAlawed up, and
sore in a goddDess’s bed every daAy
I’ll takDe part of the blame
If I sBmeem a little lost in a daF#ze
Every tGime I think I got my Afeet on the ground
I look dDown
and the ground moves Aaway
It goes shaking awBmay
I look down and Athe ground moves awGay
Why the Bmhell would I want any Dmoney?
With all these Bmacres of anger to Dfarm,
A quiet undersBmtanding with manhDood, and
a fist full of feaEmthers and yAarn?
I’Emm wadingF# over theG Wateree
To lEmay me dF#own in the shade of the Gtrees
In the shAade of the trees D
I’ve beenD speaking in tongues
With the Bmbreath of gods in my F#lungs
I’ve beeGn channeling Ponce dAe Leon
Swallowing Dsunlight, and coming uAndone
I remember how Dtenderness tastes
I can Bmstill see the smile on her F#face
When she Gspotted me drunk on the Atrunk of the car
in KentDucky on the day of the Arace
Laughing "My, whBmat a waste!"
Howling &Aquot;My, what a pitGiful waste!"
Why the Bmhell would I want any Dwhiskey?
When I done Bmshot out the lights on the Dstreet
With a Bmkerosene lantern in one Dhand and
The mysteries of Emmanhood clamped in my Ateeth
I’Emm wadingF# over theG Wateree
To lEmay me dF#own in the shade of the Gtrees
In the shAade of the trees D
(Solo)
D D Bm A D
D D Bm A G
In the dark at the Dtop of the stairs
We were Bmway to wasted to F#care
Our naiGveté beaded likeA sweat on the walls,
hell, it Dhung like honey in the Aair
But, hey, what’sD a memory or two
In the Bmcycle of planets and F#moons?
If I camGe here to claim the Alifeless remains
of my Dwildest dreams, I should Aknow what to do
I ought to know whatBm to do
I Ashould know what toG do
Why the Bmhell would I want MarF#ijuana?
With all these mounGtains of madness to mAove
When the BmMartian marauders come F#marching
they'll march without manhoGod
stuck to their sAhoes
I’Emm wadingF# over theG Wateree
To lEmay me dF#own in the shade of the Gtrees
In the shAade of the trees D