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Top?
The dirt's too rocky by far
And that's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Get their corn from a jar

Oh, Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home
a river, yeah 
Locked in a jar 
Caught by the winter, yeah 
The sand will smother, come on 
The sand will smother, yeah 
Come on, yeah 
I flow
A Morris Minor, a cafe noir 
Banana smoothie, snails in a jar
Three dodgy sailors, a girl on skates 
A little too muscled from doing weights
I ran to the bathroom, but she was there...
Out cold
Indiscreet
In the flesh
In the tub
Surrounded by countless empty bottles and jars
Of skin care
thing goes by like a blur
Wish I could slow it down and do you ever look in your childrens eyes
To a simpler place in time when we could

Spin in
to the water
As we lay on that cool, white sand
I was born again in Dixieland

We drank from a mason jar, underneath a blanket of stars
And I said 'do you
Everybody help me sing this song one more time, yeah

California girl, you're living by the sand and sea
And it means every little thing now, now that you
the moulding sand
He wore his trade like a company brand
He was one of the cyclops' smoky band
Yes, that was my old man

My old man wasn't really old
It's
jars and bury it all around
But on certain nights if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the ground.
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his
with a shovel in his hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand.
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
Then they
to the alligators.
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand.
And they all went
Birth, mud,
Sand and dirt, red magenta, Georgia clay, placenta,
Red & black-venom lack, red as snakes-I'm crawlin, down
Your back, red as a clown, Circus
knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot
knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot
Everybody help me sing this song one more time, yeah

California girl, you're living by the sand and sea
And it means every little thing now, now that you
the time, 
I'm just sand in the glass,
This time you shall not pass 'cause I'm the dragon smog, 
I'm a small axe move big trees you still play with Lincoln
the jar
Shepherd moods hug every star
You hold me close and feel me like a glove
I see your name in skies above

Water melts into the sand
My bodies shaking
penny tip jar donation
Been arranged, made by the farfetch from stability 
Took a heart pledge early on
Bled onto the drum doser
Plow in the metronome,
knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot
canteloupe little old maid
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A bass guitar a old fruit jar 
A green canteen and a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll
to do."

(Verse 1)
Like sand through the hourglass
So are the days of our lives
And for that lie, only we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come