Horse Feathers Vernonia Blues
There's a pain the west,
a sinking feeling deep down in their chests.
A little a girl, a town with her name, her daddy died
before she had came.
To see the place and just how it laid to waste. The rain
it came and did not stop.
All the streets filling up to their tops, it's coming up
to their knees, the river had its way it did as it
pleased.
On the water's sheen there's rainbows of gasoline. Good
Lord, what have we done for this dark dirty sun?
Lord of mine where have you been? When there's trouble
you are nowhere to be seen.
A little town like a lamb.
Well a lion come down and took their dam. February was
lean, and March came to scream.
