[Verse 1] Taco, Buffalo, Birddog and Jesus Are taking the oddball to see How they can casually crop a revival The merriest thing wed agree They can drive an old pickup from Plymouth Straight through them holes in your teeth As they whistle, the spirits above them Disturb us in sewers beneath [Verse 2] Irrepressable flockings of peoples Who thinks that the others he know That the ones who erect their own steeple Live in a black smoking hole [Chorus] Nobody opens his eyes Its hard to look up in the sun And so, they shut them and run [Solo] [Verse 3] And the progress is who I am, boy Something to carry us along Makes a hell of a breakfast on Sunday Its based on the vultures of Nam [Chorus] Nobody opens his eyes Its hard to look up in the sun And so, they shut them and run [Break] Beyond the bars and churches of Midwestern factory towns, evil minds click consistently. Some of us think it odd that a larger percentage of bona fide miracles are witnessed in these areas. But Ive seen Taco take a big long drag off his selfwhittled pipe, sit back and laugh and in ten minutes the rednecks are hugging and buying each other beers again. And then Jesus blows the clouds away with one puff, falls back into his cage, and goes to sleep [Verse 1] Taco, Buffalo, Birddog and Jesus Are taking the oddball to see How they can casually crop a revival The merriest thing wed agree [Chorus] Nobody opens his eyes Its hard to look up in the sun And so, they shut them and run
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