Hop in my Valiant, hit Hwy 1 Head on down to Hacklebarney, have me some fun Up over that hill, here's what I'll do Set there and play this old music with
Woke up too early to Gramma calling me Gramp played that banjo Clean past midnight Walked out through the porch door And got spooked by a vulture I was
Snaky clouds are boiling in the rambling west Fist beats thru my ribcage Gonna tear apart my chest I sure hope the tornado don't come Shadows leap, can
Middle of March and it's snowing Let me forget everything You can't always get where you're going Bad roads in spring I wanted to be on top of it by
Candy wrappers and small town dirt Under the dumb sun away we'll blow Old man down in a pop bottle ditch Lookin, for somethin, nobody goin' to throw
Hoots and hollers in the city Rivers rats all lay down low Pretty girls flash by in fast cars Past the taverns in a row Ring, ring you bells Ring all
Hop in my Valiant, hit Hwy 1 Head on down to Hacklebarney, have me some fun Up over that hill, here's what I'll do Set there and play this old music
How black the fields at night in spring Careening thru the sky The farmer dreams what the year will bring Birds rest with open eye The few deer fly to
My pa, he came home quiet as the evening in his worn out shoes I could tell by his shoulders That he had the blues He said, "Son, you're mother's gone
Met a coffin In the night On New Year's day Hum a jazz song And turn away They said it was a young man On his way To the grave Hum a jazz song And turn
Men worked all day to sell me death And chain me to their time So I took a sheep and began to climb To my own heart and breath This must be the last
