Tripod - Jeboticabal lyrics

Growing up in the town of Jeboticabal You don't get to relax for too long ‘Cause sooner or later, Someone's gonna say Jeboticabal The sky grows orange behind the chimneys of Jeboticabal Smoky trails become a haze Which hangs upon the sleepy, sleepy town of Jeboticabal Oh, it's hard to be a poet in Jeboticabal Try to write a lyrical song about your hometown Inevitably, you have to use the word Jeboticabal Jeboticabal Oh, I grew up in a place Where the clouds sit on the mountains And the river flows like it always has in… Jeboticabal And a lone Indian sits on a porch And shifts in his soft woollen blanket And you're not sure if you heard a coyote In the distance in Jeboticabal Oh, Jeboticabal In spite of the monginess of your name, I still love you And though you're the goofiest And most fruity-sounding place in my heart, You'll always be there (Whispers) Jeboticabal…