Way back down the river road
where the squitos breed.
A redhawk rides the high wind,
high above the trees.
Lazy Dog sleeps the day away, lougin in the shaaade.
No other place I rather be,
and there ain't no other pretty faces I'd rather see.
I down on my knees crying pretty please.
It's winter and the wind today is blowin round my ears.
I been hangin around for so long now, I'm the last leaf on the tree.
Hidin out in the headline's
Feels like I wadin in the weeds.
Searching the sky until my eyes begin to bleed.
I'm down on my knees cryin pretty please.