Camouflage Rainbow

Camouflage rainbow under the summer sun
Orange and yellow
Go back in time tomorrow
I will leave and come back around
Destination: home town
How can I get you to think out loud?

When you gonna stop freakin out?
Listen to your friends, just chill out.
Relax and realize I didn’t mean to make you cry
God damn.
Even though I know that you
Don’t let nobody tell you what to do
Because that’s exactly how I am.

Living day to day.
Baptism in a figure 8 formula
Flowers on fire, pray to god.
Try on some new clothes,
Sing a few new notes.
Yes I know there is only the ones and zeroes.

Lucy

Lucy, I like your long legs
I like to pass the time
Spending the money I saved
For my butter and my eggs
On your cigarettes and your wine
Lucy I’m so lonesome
Come on and sit next to me
‘Cause you look like a girl
Who could understand
How troubling life can be

Oh and I’d like to spend time with a girl like Lucy.
She lives her life like she’s in the movies.
I aint gonna plead and I aint gonna beg
But come on, Lucy
I like them long long legs

Lucy that sun is shining
And it looks good from where I stand
So lets get outside and go take a ride and
Decorate the highway with empty aluminum beer cans.
Lucy I’m leaving town
Sometime the middle of next week
So don’t you want to get to know each other
Underneath a satin bedsheet?

No Trespassing Sign

Whispering in your
I’m grateful for here and now and today
Your smile’s shimmering
Let’s go swimming out on Bisteneau Lake
Let’s buy a watermelon from the back of a truck
Finding a penny brings good luck
You and me are just killing time
So let’s go get a jug of wine
Grass stains on gingham
Yoni and lingam
Picking and licking muscadine
Swatting the mosquitoes
Nobody sees us except Jesus and the
No trespassing sign

Campfire Song
The moonlight is bright enough tonight
You don’t need a lantern or a flashlight
My only heart’s desire
Is just one match to start a campfire

I see lots of stars out tonight
‘Cause we got out from the city lights
I hear crickets and ducks and frogs
Singing a pretty little night time song

Laying in the dirt
Underneath the poplars and the pines
Getting pretty close to bedtime
Laying in the dirt
Underneath the poplars and the pines
Getting pretty close to bedtime

Idiosyncratic Ways

I know-oo an old boy who
Cooks meat until it’s burnt
He can’t go to the bathroom if he’s
Wearing a long sleeve shirt
People talk about him
But he don’t care what they say
He’s got his own individual idiosyncratic ways
Some folks worry about how they look
When no one really cares
If you got Calvin Klein blue jeans or
Spider man underwear
It don’t matter if your feet are flatter than
A highway in the desert
People look at you from their own point of view
And it ain’t worth the effort

And I try not to worry about too much
‘Cause worrying effects my health
Man, if you want me to be worried
I suggest you do it your self

Because if I want to I’ll take my socks and shoes
And wear ‘em on my head
Just so I know that I’m living
‘Cause if I ain’t living I’m dead
Like Elvis Presley with his fat belly
Drinking whiskey lemonade
I got my own individual idiosyncratic ways
I don’t like salesmen or grocery shopping
Or working ‘til I’m tired
But dinner rolls and fishing poles
Just make me feel inspired
I don’t have religion, I don’t have gasoline
But I ain’t unsanitary, revolting or obscene

Ponchartrain Bridge

Well I’m looking for my nickels
But I’m losing all my dimes
Trying not to be buying as many beers
As many times
All the fish I caught are going bad
‘Cause the fridge ain’t working right
But I know I’ll be in N.O.L.A.
This coming Friday night
When I cross that Ponchartrain bridge
Oh my heart is going to start beating fast
My feet are going to itch
I will feel that steering wheel in my hands
And I’ll honk my horn
‘Cause I was born in Dixieland
Now I’m staying at Scott and Suzies’
That’s where I’ll retire
On Iberville and Chartres street
On top of a titty Bar
I’ll be finding happiness shortly
But I’ll lose my money soon
Probably be looking for pennies on the ground
Come Saturday afternoon
When I cross that Ponchartrain bridge
Oh my heart is going to start beating fast
My feet are going to itch
I will feel that steering wheel in my hands
And I’ll honk my horn ‘cause I was born in Dixieland

Diamond Ring
I’ll pretend I’m a diamond ring
I can make believe I am anything
There’s a mighty might music box inside me
On an antique rug by the water under a tree
Up there that’s me, the propeller on the airplane
But I’m soft and I melt like the butter on your bread
And the hair on my head
Is a corvette and the driver is a cobra at a piano
He’s running over believers and dreamers
And I wish I could smell your shoes
I wish I was your favorite ice cream flavor
But I’m made of lucky pennies and clean warm laundry
And green bananas and A B C’s

Master and Slave

I spent much too much time with you
Trading off master and slave
I find that it’s very difficult
To carry on living that way
Everyone said we were hot and cold
Why couldn’t we make up our minds?
Our spirits do not have conscience
So parting takes a long time
I was deceived by you
You were deceived by me
Our bodies have become dungeons
And you know how important it is to be free

On My Way Home

On my way home I told a man he was unreasonable
He got mad when I turned my back
Then he sucker punched me in the mouth
I took out my whiskey bottle
Aimin’ for his head, ready for battle
Then I saw the knife in his hand
I thought that this might get ugly
So I eased up and so did he
He said he was sorry then I walked away

It’s a fresh green summer world
Fresh green summer day
The day I got out of jail
I smiled and started to run
I ran across the Broad street overpass
Yelling “criminal criminal criminal criminal”
Smelling a fresh new rain
Cha cha cha change my bad state of mind
I want a second chance
I want a second chance

I cried until I got on the bus

 

 

New Style

I’m finding a new style
I ain’t the same way I used to be
I don’t sit around and watch TV
I’m a real smart fellah
A real go getter
No Sir I’m turning over a new leaf
I ain’t the way I used to be
I got telephone calls, dancing halls
Business opportunities
Social engagements, fancy parties and
High class activities
Oh I’m finding a new style
I ain’t the way I used to be

Thumbelina

Hey thumbelina, we’re in the grass now
With your R.O.T.C. and your Boy Scouts
Why do them pills take so damn long?
Why do you mix up the king and the kong?
Thumbelina, let your ass get fat
Keep my suspicions where they’re at
Sweetheart quit tearing out your eyes
And let’s have a compromise

I’ll be a hard worker and a man of the earth
You’ll run a steakhouse and feed me my worth
We’ll go to the river and drink ‘til we’re small
Then we won’t hear our opinions at all
Thumbelina, let your ass get fat
Keep my suspicions where they’re at
Sweetheart quit tearing out your eyes
And let’s have a compromise

I’ll rob a casino with a plastic water gun
Paddle my john boat in the three p.m. sun
Wait ‘til there’s water in the well
Wait ‘til I’m buried to go to hell
Thumbelina, let your ass get fat
Keep my suspicions where they’re at
Sweetheart quit tearing out your eyes
And let’s have a compromise

Burning Hole

I got a burning hole
In my soul in my soul
I used to have me a good gal
But she ain’t here no more
She said that she was finished fooling with me
And left my heart in pieces on the kitchen floor
‘Cause it ain’t all bubblegum and birthday cake
Sometimes it’s alligators and rattlesnakes
She let me go I got the old heave ho
She was tired of me making mistakes

We made time pass
Slamming doors and breaking glass
You can’t keep a high maintenance woman
Trying to play this honkytonk jazz
I gambled and lost and
I’ve been steady hitting the sauce
Nailing myself high up on that cross
‘Cause it ain’t all bubblegum and birthday cake
Sometimes it’s alligators and rattlesnakes
She made me cry ‘til I realized
There was other fish in that lake

Come on Louisiana rain
Wash my body of my pain
Make me nutty like the pecan tree
And sweet like the sugarcane
Hearing the wind blow, leaning on my elbow
Carrying me off dreaming of breaking my chains
‘Cause it ain’t all bubblegum and birthday cake
Sometimes it’s alligators and rattlesnakes
I didn’t pout when she put me out
I just said get out of my way