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Stan Ridgway - Goin' Southbound lyrics
Tell not a word that you heard it here But there's a big trunk waiting tonight at the pier Comin' in on an eastbound boat Don't be late for delivery...here, put this in your coat It's a strange weight from an exotic locale Don't worry 'bout the cops 'cause they're in on it, pal Just pick it up no later than tonight at three o'clock And bring it to the warehouse...here, put this in your sock No one left to save you, Nobody will return You run so fast, you catch on fire You just gotta burn CHORUS Goin' soutbound Follow that sound Whole line of cars just a movin' out of town You got this job and you don't know how And everybody's doin' what nobody will allow Full moon shines like a big cue ball Someone fishin' on the pier, might as well stall Repaint the car, change your license plate How you spell relief? Must be somethin' that you ate All this is a secret As common as that dirt We'll rely on your expert eye Here, put this in your shirt CHORUS Big yellow moon hangin' low in the sky Sun'll rise soon, but nobody knows why And we'll all be waitin' so long Wait so long We'll all be waitin' so long Wait so long, wait so long Now if you get caught, don't tell 'em about me The last one who did, well we tied him to a tree Out in the high desert by an ant hill Haven't been back there since, guess he's swingin' there still Now all this is a secret As common as that dirt We'll rely on your expert eye Here, put this in your shirt CHORUS ---------------------------------- |
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