The Great Southwest

The Great Southwest, doing tricks doing pirouettes Are we there yet? Look at me, I'm a red-rosy silhouette Are we there yet? Digging holes of blue hallelujahs If I never leave, tell me what's it to ya? Bury me in the shade with a cigarette Are we there yet? Honey, I think I have found a way Yes and this could be our breakaway And I won't let you slip away Till we're digging holes in the ground Please stop, I don't want a shoeshine Are we there yet? Steel toe, coat is flannel lined Are we there yet? "Lightweight is for quitters and hipsters," he said "Wanna feel my flesh and blood, catch sleep when I'm dead Getting old is my only regret. Are we there yet?" Honey, I think I have found a way Yes and this could be our breakaway And I won't let you slip away Till we're digging holes in the ground Getting old is my only regret. Are we there yet? Getting old is my only regret. Are we there yet?