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letra de universal everglade blues - grayson hugh

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i ain’t got no land to sell, no bridges or schemes
no messages or motives, no field of dreams
i ain’t meddlin’ or peddlin’, i’m just messin’ around
i’m just p-ssin’ through your town like a circus or a cloud
all the motorcycle gypsies gonna sing real loud
every clown’s got a history when they take off their shroud

i got a wagonful of songs, gonna spill ’em on the street
and all the stray dogs and cats can come out to eat
and if you’re so inclined i hope you tap your feet
you can fiddle with your fingers, find a garbage can to beat
cause all god’s children got to bang on a drum
everybody want to come and get me some

and if you perchance can remember some time
when you fell down in a meadow wet with starlight and wine
and you heard the big cows far-off breathin’ and sighin’
and the frogs chirpin’ love-crazy down in the slime
and if all you wanted to do was keep on hearin’ that song
i believe that we might have somethin’ in common

in the cities and the country, on the lonely lanes
on invisible trails left by the night-time planes
in the curves and the circles of all human veins
there’s the same silent rush that keeps on whisperin’ our name
in the shadow-fallin’ footsteps of all the ancient gods
everybody’s got a heart like a lightnin’ rod

hey, old man pan, he was a good friend of mine
i used to listen to him playin’ down where the swamp trees entwine
on the little weird h-rn he sure could wail and whine
he could uproot trees, he could unplug time
he was the first rock ‘n roller that i ever listened to
you should catch his act, he’s playin’ for me and you

oh take me down, baby
take me down to the swamp
take me down
that’s where i want
to be my baby, baby

- grayson hugh

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