Green, Green Sky

Well Lollie cussed up his mama When she said "you can't move to France" He went ahead and got mean on a vending machine But he still got them M&Ms So he traipsed it on down to New Orleans And boxed a big boy in the jaw High-stepped out and outran the crowd And got to bragging down at the bar Green, Green Sky This time your trouble is a half-mile wide Green, Green Sky Hold your breath and it might blow by Now he's a double-clutching weasel a-grinding up All his gears on the Lost Highway With his wife at home a-pounding out the biscuits For the babies praying lord they make it one more day But he moonlights wagging one finger, Gripping his pistol with the other four Saying "Lady throw the bag down, whatchu doing downtown, Ain't you never seen a movie before?" Green, Green Sky This time your trouble is a half-mile wide Green, Green Sky Hold your breath and it might blow by C'est la vie he made his run for mayor, That little town down the river Where nobody sees what you get for free Or whose hands are feeling down in your jeans Got his cabinet cocking buck-shot, keep your bead on your enemy But the tit-for-tat teaspoon's stirring round the night moon, Naw that ain't no summer breeze I heard he got himself a new girl, Wrapping up the whole world around the high heel of her shoe But the gravy in the gravity is gonna have a field day Cashing in the Golden Rule If you can't get your way, hey babe what's the use, Blow your fuse and you can take control Go on ahead and send a rocket through the mailroom, man, You just ask forgiveness in the hole Green, Green Sky this Time your trouble is a half-mile wide Green, Green Sky Hold your breath and it might blow by Green, Green Sky this Time your trouble is a half-mile wide Green, Green Sky Hold your breath and it might blow by