Jelmore

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Well angel mourn Savanna

Well ain't been gone too far

But head out towards Panoma

Where you won't be alone

Where there's thrift store manager in a poked Cama Day

And a gas mask on his arm

And 1 by 1 by 1 we'll all be gone

We'll all be gone by the fall

We'll all be gone by the falling light

Brick layer

With a hat down on his feet

I'll say no more

I won't let no calvary

How long?

Will you disregard the heat

Happy

It's no misnomer though

Of the feeling that I better go, so

I slide right out the door, oh