There's a Pot a Brewin

Ol' morning crimson dawn ...there's a creek now on the floor Do the paupers sleep tonight? Do the children read or write? There's a pot a brewin' A beat-up cup for fillin' Now the paper is saying that are polls are shifting Our train's ahead And its patrons have been so mislead Judges play gypsy roles Cherry pickin' while the gentleman falls Oh Oh Aching prophets scurry south Tangled up in all their vows They can hear us from the street It's a shame we can't retreat You see the road is seasoned With the bows of treason Painted wagons are gleamin' While the dust is settling Our train's ahead And its patrons have been so mislead Judges play gypsy roles Cherry pickin' while the gentleman falls Oh Oh (2x) There's a pot a brewin!