Green, Green Sky

Well Lollie cussed up his mama when she said you can't move to France
He went ahead and got mean on a vending machine but he still got them M&Ms
So he traipsed it on down to New Orleans and boxed a big boy in the jaw
High-stepped out and out-ran the crowd and got to bragging down at the bar
Green, Green sky this time your trouble is a half-mile wide
Green, Green sky hold your breath and it might blow by
Now he's a double-clutching weasel a-grinding up all his gears on the Lost Highway
With his wife at home a-pounding out the biscuits for the babies praying Lord they make it one more day
But he moonlights wagging one finger, gripping his pistol with the other four
Saying Lady throw the bag down, what you doing downtown, ain't you never seen a movie before?
Green, Green sky this time your trouble is a half-mile wide
Green, Green sky hold your breath and it might blow by
C'est la vie he made his run for mayor, that little town down the river
Where nobody sees what you get for free or whose hands are feeling down in your jeans
Got his cabinet cocking buck-shot, keep your bead on your enemy
But the tit-for-tat teaspoon's stirring round the night moon, naw that ain't no summer breeze
I heard he got himself a new girl, wrapping up the whole world around the high heel of her shoe
But the gravy in the gravity is gonna have a field day cashing in the Golden Rule
If you can't get your way, hey babe what's the use, blow your fuse and you can take control
Go on ahead and send a rocket through the mailroom, man, you just ask forgiveness in the hole
Green, Green sky this time your trouble is a half-mile wide
Green, Green sky hold your breath and it might blow by