Crackle & Drag (alternative version)

Paul Westerberg

Whats the matter here?

You'll never repair

The lady's cursed with insight

You'll never fix her

With a cold stare

She's all broken inside

Her limbs clung to the ground

She closed the window

And made a pillow

And laid her head down

And as her babies slept she took a long deep breath

Now they're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?

And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?

Another head cold

Another spirit old

In February

Her hair was dirty,

And she was thirty

In 1963

And while her babies slept she took a long deep breath.

Now they're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?

The Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?

And drag

And drag

And drag

And drag

And drag

And drag

She made a good go

For a weeping willow

She stuffed some rags on the floor

She closed the window

She made a pillow

On the oven door

And took a long deep breath

While her babies slept

Now they're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?

And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?

Zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?

The Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?

Hear her blacks crackle and drag?

Yeah