Delta Blues

We are a country of tards
Confederate flags in Connecticut yards
Plantations fashioned from Acropolis shards
Breed'em big but teaching'em backwards
In the minibar backrooms charged to the cards
Of our skyscraper friends and their ten-acre bards
Oh haymaker guards are making us shakers
If I swallow my tongue, promise you'll take her home
If you're alright to drive
I'm getting gone in waterfront bars
And I hope I die before I see her alive

We are a country of geniuses
Ill-advised haircuts and nicknamed penises
We became dull to null all our squeamishness
Buffing the souls in need of a cleaning
When she was sixteen she was the queen of this
Agrarian dream, what I nice scene it is
Scenery burns in the summer winds
We're tossing our sins in recycling bins tonight
Like the night that you kissed
I'm dredging silt in waterfront fields
And I hope you both forget that I exist

This river will cover the city where the three of us lived
This river will cover the city where the three of us lived
I don't want your pity, it's not yours to give
I'm installing my gunrack
I want my country back