Take a look at those boots sitting pretty on the hardwood!
Well, good evening, cowboy boots.
Never seen you lookin' so good.
C'mere and check out this fine web miss spider is weaving
From the window to my boots.
Go on, miss spider, with your web-ass masterpiecing!
Senseless as a cuckoo,
Flailing happy like a willow tree.
Fancy as a dust ball
Blowing cross Virginee.
Thank goodness civil flowers, they grow all along the gravestones.
But have you seen the country prairie?
So wild is the way!
And Hallelujah is a monster, it's bouncing off the church's arches,
But Hallelujah's in a shoebox too
That holds the letters from a friend.
Senseless as a cuckoo,
Flailing happy like a willow tree.
Fancy as a dust ball
Blowing cross Virginee.
And man, I have been there, from the suburbs to the subways,
In the barrooms with the best-looking dogs.
And man, I have Greyhounded to Rockland, imitated trashcans,
Kissed some lonely trashcans with my back turned toward the ocean.
Break some bread into the creek, and watch the gold carp rise and eat it in the sun.
Now look what you done!
Go on with your bread-ass masterpiecing!
I've been lost for days, just kicking round a daydream,
And flipping me a quarter,
And walking down the road.
Senseless as a cuckoo,
Flailing happy like a willow tree.
Fancy as a dust ball
Blowing cross Virginee.