Grayson Hugh Universal Everglade Blues
I ain't got no land to sell, no bridges or schemes
No messages or motives, no field of dreams
I ain't meddlin' or peddlin', I'm just messin' around
I'm just passin' through your town like a circus or a cloud
All the motorcycle gypsies gonna sing real loud
Every clown's got a history when they take off their shroud
I got a wagonful of songs, gonna spill 'em on the street
And all the stray dogs and cats can come out to eat
And if you're so inclined I hope you tap your feet
You can fiddle with your fingers, find a garbage can to beat
Cause all God's children got to bang on a drum
Everybody want to come and get me some
And if you perchance can remember some time
When you fell down in a meadow wet with starlight and wine
And you heard the big cows far-off breathin' and sighin'
And the frogs chirpin' love-crazy down in the slime
And if all you wanted to do was keep on hearin' that song
I believe that we might have somethin' in common
In the cities and the country, on the lonely lanes
On invisible trails left by the night-time planes
In the curves and the circles of all human veins
There's the same silent rush that keeps on whisperin' our name
In the shadow-fallin' footsteps of all the ancient gods
Everybody's got a heart like a lightnin' rod
Hey, old man Pan, he was a good friend of mine
I used to listen to him playin' down where the swamp trees entwine
On the little weird horn he sure could wail and whine
He could uproot trees, he could unplug time
He was the first rock 'n roller that I ever listened to
You should catch his act, he's playin' for me and you
Oh take me down, baby
Take me down to the swamp
Take me down
That's where I want
To be my baby, baby
