Delta Sun Bottleneck Stomp

See the corporal sea, Atlantic's too specific

Haven't time to settle, sharks infest the water

Kicking up the dust, constructing new ideals

Old ones laid to rust, nothing seems so real

Slidin' away in a washed out delta sun

Missionaries flood, my favorite a.m. stations

Flowing in their futures, washed out in this delta rag

Look the other way, and pocket all the pieces

Tripping up the straw hat, tumble into the wind

Slidin' away in a washed out delta sun

Slidin' away in a washed out delta sun

Wavin' goodbye, I'm not sayin' hello

Wavin' goodbye, I'm not sayin' hello

Wavin' goodbye, I'm not sayin' hello

Wavin' goodbye, I'm not sayin' hello, hello

Hello

Hello

Hello