Widespread Panic Album

They say turn the bright lights on
And there you'll find the truth
Here, open up this book
And now you'll find the proof
It feels like a can of worms
Keep the lid on tight, and they say

Don't let it get too bright
Don't let it get too bright
Don't let it get too bright
No, not this time

They tell me it takes sorrow, boy
To help you feel the joy
They say it takes poverty
To let you love a toy
Now you can't have the good
Until you've shared the bad

Don't let it get too sad
Don't let it get too sad
LyricsDon't let it get too sad
No, not this time, time

They say it takes hardship, boy
To let you love the rest
Sometimes underneath the load
Is where I show my best
Go, put your work clothes on
Go and leave your mark
And they say

Don't let it get too dark
Don't let it get too dark
Don't let it get too dark
No, not this time

Wide awake in San Diego
Smallest root shrinking dry
The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Morena
Still get no rain from the sky
Men were firing cannons
Hoping smoke might tear an angel's eyes
Heard the stories of shooting arrows
Tearin' open the clouds
But indians shoot the best, and
The indians they don't like us, much


Hatfield
You made rain for L.A.
We've got ten grand
For you to go cook us some rain


Science from the cooking pot mixing up with the air
Feeling thunder
Nights since they have started
LyricsNow the clouds won't stay apart
A little California voodoo
Care of Hatfield and his brother
Now the horses won't race where the down's turned to mud
Streams and rivers are growing
And my boots are filling up
Water's from back this way
Look at them smiling, cooking and smiling


Hatfield
Made rain for L.A.
Well, "Hot damn",
People swear with one walk in this rain


Families on porches
The children are smiling
The owners are mad, owners are crying
Still the eyes of the children, wide open
Wide, wide


Well, the blue light is rolling in between the clouds
Feeling of wonder
Some water drying up, some sinking down
"Charles always kept in touch", swears his mother
"Always had the touch"


Made rain for L.A.
Made rain for L.A.
Hatfield

I've been working
'neath The grey sky
And I'm wonderin'
Still, I'm wondering why
Must I lay low
In a room full of strangers?
Well, I'm thinking
Thinking makes the danger
My emotions they get all tangled up and
My heart has just turned 'round

Now I'm watching
Look into my t.v.
And I'm thinking
Wondering about the things I see
And I see your world
Worthless stranger
And I get thinking
Thinking starts and makes it bigger
All convictions they get all tangled up and
Our heart has just turned round, round, round again
Lyrics
I've been driving
Thinking about you and me
And I'm thinking
Wonderin' 'bout the things I see
When you treat your heart
Hold you like a stranger
And I've been thinking
Little thinking makes the danger
Our intentions they get all tangled up and
Our hearts have just turned round, round, round again

Papa's hitting the road again
Takes the show cross-country for hire
And the crowds come and go
Secret agents getting bigger
Mom's holding sister in the chair
Turning pages of photographs
Warm in their memories
Falling asleep by the fire

To the highway where some new cowboys go
Drivers and drifters and rouges
And the crew's still working
Everybody's cracking jokes
Morning comes so easy
Sharing stories and forgetting time
Take the rest in the look in her eyes
As they go and close time

Papa's driving past the night
He's working his way to make it home
The old man gonna be a sight
LyricsWhen the morning come, when the morning comes

To the highway where some old cowboys go
Drivers and drifters and rouges
Some drink here, some dance here
Hear old big boy telling jokes
Mom's holding sister in the chair
Sharing stories and forgetting time
Warm in their memories of
Falling asleep by the fire

Papa's he driving past the night
He's working his way to make it home
The old man gonna be a sight
When the morning come, when the morning comes
Papa's coming home
Papa's coming home

Papa coming home...

Given time, Lord I'd build her a mountain for a room.
Given an hour, an hour, I'd build a rocket to the moon.
Might take at least a week to find the strongest tool
Might take the rest of this lifetime to find the strongest fuel

But she natural, she take the moon and put it in her pocket
She's beautiful, smiling it on me while I build this rocket

Because the tounge tastes so old, can't even load you coffee sweet
When she serves a bowl of lightning, makes sure you get all you need
Sometimes come for a menu, some just come in to breathe
Hanging in the diner sitting in the light of Ms. Lee

She's beautiful - natural
Hanging in the diner, basking in the light, basking in the light...

She's beauty, yeah, the girl's cooking in the diner today
No, she won't show the bother, even time she gets covered in blues
I sing comical songs trying to blame myself
She's all-ready music in a booth, man, if she catch you

LyricsHanging in the diner
Sitting in the light of Ms. Lee
Opening up early
Help a poor boy up
Open on Sunday, all day
Little sunshine rising from the park
Cross the street to the path
Keeping my teeth long and longer
And a smile...

Hanging in the light
Hanging in the light
Sister
Sister

Funnin' round Grandpa's farm
Really groovin' on the baby pigs
Oh, I know they haven't even read the books I know
Yeah, I understand the telephone
But I really love to watch you talk your talk
I love to watch you


Maybe we're better off
I feel young dancing with you


It happened all by itself


What are we browning here for?
Haven't we seen through this whole thing yet
Gonna get together gonna write us a book
Call it, 'Stop Running The World'
Look like I'm back in business all over again

Lyrics
Maybe we're better off
Looking at you, looking at you there


Little better, it happened all by itself


I see that time is fast
I see the same hands on that same clock move
Way too slow
I'll quit talking about mys-
I swear I'll quit talking about myself
Maybe you can whisper enough here
So I can start thinking about you


Maybe we're better off
Sure right looking at you


Let's not confuse association
Something we both really like
I swear I quit talking
I swear I quit talking about myself
Just as soon as I learn to stop talking at all


It would be better off
Just feel you thinking about you (?)


Maybe we're better off
Feel good looking at you

Pickin' up those pieces
Pickin' up those pieces
Putting them away

Not writing you a letter
Not writing you a letter
Not today

Not wanting to meet my savior
Not wanting to meet my savior
Not this way

Sweating out my worries
Sweating out my worries
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day

It was six o' clock on Saturday
Henry Parsons died.
All of his good neighbors say
That man was never truly satisfied.
Preacherman never said no prayers
Church bells didn't ring
Everybody stood up and stared when some
Choirgirls jumped up and started to sing

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia.
Devil still called his name.
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame.

Had an auction on his from porch this morning
Sold off all his clothes
Sold off his four-poster bed
There were debutantes and old ladies breaking out in fights in the front row
Burned his house and spent the night
Smoke rose thick and black
Now Henry Parsons' got no place to stay
LyricsIf he ever gets the nerve up to come back

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia.
Devil still called his name.
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame.

Everybody knows his name
They've heard about his reputation
They all came to see him buried down in the ground
What you might call a little bit of morbid fascination
What is everybody gonna say?
What is everybody gonna do?
Now that Henry Parsons' passed away
We got no one to lay our guilt on to

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia.
Devil still called his name.
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down...

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia.
Devil still called his name.
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame.

Black cat crossed our path on little fog feet
There's crows flying beside my window
We left superstition on the roadside a few cities ago
They spent our souls, maybe, but they didn't take our smiles

We listen, we shake, the radio

There's a sweet corn princess smiling through the words on the glass
Remember we stopped for tamales last time?
But now the lights from the town are fading with radio
There's another song playing, and we can hear it in the wind outside

We listen, Pilgrims
We shake, to the radio
We listen, to the radio

Little black kitty crossed our path wearing little fog feet
And the crows they're just drifters through my window
The late night city's lights are growing sharper
And I hear another song, I see it pouring from the look in your eyes

We listen,
We shake, to the radio
Pilgrims, we listen, we shake, to the radio, the radio

Well I've been sittin' here, thinkin' about you
'Bout what it is that you, you want from me
You know it seems that I still don't know you well
Know many faces I have seen

Still I try, to make you happy
Still I try, to make you sing
Now if you're wonderin', what I think of it all
Just read the back of this postcard

The air here, breathing's great
Lord, we've cooked ourselves
Now were cookin' up an ass kickin' time (didn't we?)

This town is nuts, my kind of place
I don't want to leave
I don't never, never, never, never want to leave.
I never, never, never, never want to leave
Never, never

I see you in a
LyricsThousand costumes
Strike many a silent pose
I heard you tell a thousand stories
Everyone in a different voice

Still I try, to make you happy
Still I try, to make you sing
Now if you're wonderin', what I think of it all
Just read the back of this postcard

The air here, breathing's great
Lord, we've cooked ourselves
Now were cookin' up an ass kickin' time (didn't we?)

This town is nuts, my kind of place
I don't want to leave
I don't never, never, never, never want to leave.
I never, never, never, never want to leave
Never, never

I'm taking my car - I never want to leave
I'm taking my car..

Take your sleep
You will dream anything
You know you will
Because you've lived
So many dreams before
Take your sleep


Take your dream
You'll see anything there
Well you know you will
Because you've lived
So many times before
In your sleep


Wake up in your dream
You can do anything there
Well you know you will
Because you've been so many before
Take your dream