Tytuł: Rock

• Wykonawca: Widespread Panic
• Wyświetleń: 234

Rock on my belly, lying on the bottom of the pool
   I'm a rock on the belly, lying on the bottom of the pool
   There's a man on the bank ten thousand years my younger
   I see a face on the water one hundred hundred years my younger
   But I can't go back, he can't go back
   I can't make it back to where I came
   As I hold my whole body under
  
   Legs, tail, and belly shaking the top of the pool
   Legs, tail, and belly shattering the window of the pool
   Mouth and belly scaring the fish down under
   Tongue and belly scaring the snakes there too
   But I can't go back - the dog won't go back
   He won't run the path to his master's home
   'Til he climbs that bank over yonder
  
   Well, the fish gonna make it home in a couple of days
   The birds gonna make it home before his grip turns dry
  
   Everybody's moving but me
   Everybody's moving but me
   I'm gonna make it home piece by piece
   I'm gonna make it home piece by piece
  
   There goes my arms *make it home*
   There goes my legs *make it home*
   There goes my leadbelly
  
   I'm a rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool
   Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool
   Rock on my belly
   Rock on my belly
   Rock on my belly
   Rock on my belly
   Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool