Critterland

I coulda been a businessman, I was too hot-headed

Plus I never had the money, plus I kinda got arrested

But my sweet old folks thought I'd make a pretty decent one of those

And I still live the kind of life where people judge ya on your clothes

Now, it's forty miles of backroad on all-terrain tires

That little blue hymnal sittin' open all the while

Singin' songs to a god I have met but do not know

Makin' wagers on the critters that we see crossin' the road

Yeah, the sparrow on the wing taught me to find you

And the possum knows his own mind more than I do

I'm here for all the love that I can stand

Take me to Critterland

In the decade of our lovin', we've grown to not-so-young

I've come to know the seasons by the lashing of your tongue

But the propane gently sputters, there's spring water in our tap

Oh, why can't we feel the peace of this sweet dog upon our laps?

Oh, the granny witch and herbalist have remedies for us

It's a tincture and a prayer poured down the holler of our guts

On the homestead in the pine beds, we've grown our holy power

Laying bear-like critters there hour by lovin' hour

Yeah, the sparrow on the wing taught me to sing for you

And the possum keeps her young closer than I do

I'm here for all the grief that I can stand

Take me to Critterland

Oh, I never thought I could love like this

They think I'm a queer and a communist

But I'll go along to get along

Darlin', it feels so right

'Cause why have a god if no one is saved?

I think love is a burden if it ain't brave

I'll live and die forever there

Right there in that divine

Oh, it's hard to say what I have learned from all these hills and hymns

But we're dyin' and we're singin', I love you and we've sinned

And when marauders come 'cause the apocalypse is nigh

I want my rifle on my shoulder, my lover by my side

I wanna be the kind of man that stands his ground and dies

Take my fiddle and my good hat, I'll go out in style

I'll do it all for family, not for glory or a god

In the war that's ragin' 'tween the haves and the have-nots

Oh, the sparrow on the wing taught me to fight for you

And the possum keeps her teeth sharper than I do

You can bury me where I make my last stand

At the Battle of Critterland

At the Battle of Critterland