Over The Wateree
The Floating MenVersion1
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No, I really couldnt stay
What with all of these meetings to make
I keep waking up naked, clawed up, and
sore in a goddesss bed every day
Ill take part of the blame
If I seem a little lost in a daze
Every time I think I got my feet on the ground
I look down
and the ground moves away
It goes shaking away
I look down and the ground moves away
Why the hell would I want any money?
With all these acres of anger to farm,
A quiet understanding with manhood, and
a fist full of feathers and yarn?
Im wading over the Wateree
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
In the shade of the trees
Ive been speaking in tongues
With the breath of gods in my lungs
Ive been channeling Ponce de Leon
Swallowing sunlight, and coming undone
I remember how tenderness tastes
I can still see the smile on her face
When she spotted me drunk on the trunk of the car
in Kentucky on the day of the race
Laughing "My, what a waste!"
Howling "My, what a pitiful waste!"
Why the hell would I want any whiskey?
When I done shot out the lights on the street
With a kerosene lantern in one hand and
The mysteries of manhood clamped in my teeth
Im wading over the Wateree
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
In the shade of the trees
(Solo)
In the dark at the top of the stairs
We were way to wasted to care
Our naiveté beaded like sweat on the walls,
hell, it hung like honey in the air
But, hey, whats a memory or two
In the cycle of planets and moons?
If I came here to claim the lifeless remains
of my wildest dreams, I should know what to do
I ought to know what to do
I should know what to do
Why the hell would I want Marijuana?
With all these mountains of madness to move
When the Martian marauders come marching
they'll march without manhood
stuck to their shoes
Im wading over the Wateree
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
In the shade of the trees
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Readable chord sheet for Over The Wateree by The Floating Men
No, I really couldnt s[D]tay What with [Bm]all of these meetings to[F#] make I keep wa[G]king up naked, c[A]lawed up, and sore in a godd[D]esss bed every day [A] Ill take [D]part of the blame If I s[Bm]eem a little lost in a da[F#]ze Every t[G]ime I think I got my [A]feet on the ground I look d[D]own and the ground moves [A]away It goes shaking aw[Bm]ay I look down and [A]the ground moves aw[G]ay Why the [Bm]hell would I want any [D]money? With all these [Bm]acres of anger to [D]farm, A quiet unders[Bm]tanding with manh[D]ood, and a fist full of fea[Em]thers and y[A]arn? Im [Em]wading o[F#]ver the W[G]ateree To l[Em]ay me d[F#]own in the shade of the [G]trees In the sh[A]ade of the trees [D] Ive been s[D]peaking in tongues With the [Bm]breath of gods in my [F#]lungs Ive been [G]channeling Ponce de [A]Leon Swallowing [D]sunlight, and coming u[A]ndone I remember how [D]tenderness tastes I can [Bm]still see the smile on her [F#]face When she [G]spotted me drunk on the [A]trunk of the car in Kent[D]ucky on the day of the [A]race Laughing "My, what a [Bm]waste!" Howling "[A]My, what a pitiful [G]waste!" Why the [Bm]hell would I want any [D]whiskey? When I done [Bm]shot out the lights on the [D]street With a [Bm]kerosene lantern in one [D]hand and The mysteries of [Em]manhood clamped in my [A]teeth Im [Em]wading o[F#]ver the W[G]ateree To l[Em]ay me d[F#]own in the shade of the [G]trees In the sh[A]ade of the trees [D] (Solo) [D] [D] [Bm] [A] [D] [D] [D] [Bm] [A] [G] In the dark at the [D]top of the stairs We were [Bm]way to wasted to [F#]care Our nai[G]veté beade[A]d like sweat on the walls, hell, it [D]hung like honey in the [A]air But, hey, whats a[D] memory or two In the [Bm]cycle of planets and [F#]moons? If I cam[G]e here to claim the [A]lifeless remains of my [D]wildest dreams, I should [A]know what to do I ought to know what[Bm] to do I [A]should know what to[G] do Why the [Bm]hell would I want Mar[F#]ijuana? With all these moun[G]tains of madness to m[A]ove When the [Bm]Martian marauders come [F#]marching they'll march without manho[G]od stuck to their s[A]hoes Im [Em]wading o[F#]ver the W[G]ateree To l[Em]ay me d[F#]own in the shade of the [G]trees In the sh[A]ade of the trees [D]