Lyrics

Now that the telephones have all been tapped Maybe, it's time to get off the map jack! Shackle my love to the land And my lovers call Trade my lazy ass for a mule Buy a few sheep and borrow the wool But, maybe we shouldn't stray too far from the law Well I've never owned a pistol But, if my neighbors are cooking up the crystal Suddenly I don't feel so tough But it's all for naught I've got more salt than water in the pot And if my blood pressure ain't high enough Well it's all sugar in the creek, my lover We dissolve in the confluence Make a motion Study our devotion Find a quiet mind Drop your needle down into the groove And put on your grooving shoes Let your body do what it'll do Now that the buckets have all been filled We'll eat a couple caps up on the hillside Sorry True blue in your childlike wonder Watch the light show, feel the thunder Shaking the walls of this cage Of birth, death, disease, and old age I'm looking with your bloodshot eyes For the light of an endless sky And it's all sugar in the creek, my lover We dissolve at the confluence Make a motion Study our devotion Find a quiet mind Drop your needle down into the groove And put on your grooving shoes Let your body do what it'll do And it's all sugar in the creek, my lover We dissolve in the confluence Make a motion Study our devotion Find a quiet mind Drop your needle down into the groove And put on your grooving shoes Let your body do what it'll do
Writer(s): Ryan Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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