Over The Wateree by the Floating Men
Owned and Lyrics by Jeff Holmes and The Floating Men
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No, I really couldn?t s[D]tay
What with [Bm]all of these meetings to[F#] make
I keep wa[G]king up naked, c[A]lawed up, and
sore in a godd[D]ess?s bed every day[A]
I?ll take [D]part of the blame
If I s[Bm]eem a little lost in a da[F#]ze
Every t[G]ime I think I got my [A]feet on the ground
I look d[D]own
and the ground moves [A]away
It goes shaking aw[Bm]ay
I look down and [A]the ground moves aw[G]ay
Why the [Bm]hell would I want any [D]money?
With all these [Bm]acres of anger to [D]farm,
A quiet unders[Bm]tanding with manh[D]ood, and
a fist full of fea[Em]thers and y[A]arn?
I?m [Em]wading o[F#]ver the W[G]ateree
To l[Em]ay me d[F#]own in the shade of the [G]trees
In the sh[A]ade of the trees[D]
I?ve been s[D]peaking in tongues
With the [Bm]breath of gods in my [F#]lungs
I?ve been [G]channeling Ponce de [A]Leon
Swallowing [D]sunlight, and coming u[A]ndone
I remember how [D]tenderness tastes
I can [Bm]still see the smile on her [F#]face
When she [G]spotted me drunk on the [A]trunk of the car
in Kent[D]ucky on the day of the [A]race
Laughing "My, what a [Bm]waste!"
Howling "[A]My, what a pitiful [G]waste!"
Why the [Bm]hell would I want any [D]whiskey?
When I done [Bm]shot out the lights on the [D]street
With a [Bm]kerosene lantern in one [D]hand and
The mysteries of [Em]manhood clamped in my [A]teeth
I?m [Em]wading o[F#]ver the W[G]ateree
To l[Em]ay me d[F#]own in the shade of the [G]trees
In the sh[A]ade of the trees[D]
(Solo)
[D] [D] [Bm] [A] [D]
[D] [D] [Bm] [A] [G]
In the dark at the [D]top of the stairs
We were [Bm]way to wasted to [F#]care
Our nai[G]vet beaded like [A]sweat on the walls,
hell, it [D]hung like honey in the [A]air
But, hey, what?s a[D] memory or two
In the [Bm]cycle of planets and [F#]moons?
If I cam[G]e here to claim the [A]lifeless remains
of my [D]wildest dreams, I should [A]know what to do
I ought to know what[Bm] to do
I [A]should know what to[G] do
Why the [Bm]hell would I want Mar[F#]ijuana?
With all these moun[G]tains of madness to m[A]ove
When the [Bm]Martian marauders come [F#]marching
they'll march without manho[G]od
stuck to their s[A]hoes
I?m [Em]wading o[F#]ver the W[G]ateree
To l[Em]ay me d[F#]own in the shade of the [G]trees
In the sh[A]ade of the trees[D]
Owned and Lyrics by Jeff Holmes and The Floating Men
floatingmen.com
No, I really couldn?t s[D]tay
What with [Bm]all of these meetings to[F#] make
I keep wa[G]king up naked, c[A]lawed up, and
sore in a godd[D]ess?s bed every day[A]
I?ll take [D]part of the blame
If I s[Bm]eem a little lost in a da[F#]ze
Every t[G]ime I think I got my [A]feet on the ground
I look d[D]own
and the ground moves [A]away
It goes shaking aw[Bm]ay
I look down and [A]the ground moves aw[G]ay
Why the [Bm]hell would I want any [D]money?
With all these [Bm]acres of anger to [D]farm,
A quiet unders[Bm]tanding with manh[D]ood, and
a fist full of fea[Em]thers and y[A]arn?
I?m [Em]wading o[F#]ver the W[G]ateree
To l[Em]ay me d[F#]own in the shade of the [G]trees
In the sh[A]ade of the trees[D]
I?ve been s[D]peaking in tongues
With the [Bm]breath of gods in my [F#]lungs
I?ve been [G]channeling Ponce de [A]Leon
Swallowing [D]sunlight, and coming u[A]ndone
I remember how [D]tenderness tastes
I can [Bm]still see the smile on her [F#]face
When she [G]spotted me drunk on the [A]trunk of the car
in Kent[D]ucky on the day of the [A]race
Laughing "My, what a [Bm]waste!"
Howling "[A]My, what a pitiful [G]waste!"
Why the [Bm]hell would I want any [D]whiskey?
When I done [Bm]shot out the lights on the [D]street
With a [Bm]kerosene lantern in one [D]hand and
The mysteries of [Em]manhood clamped in my [A]teeth
I?m [Em]wading o[F#]ver the W[G]ateree
To l[Em]ay me d[F#]own in the shade of the [G]trees
In the sh[A]ade of the trees[D]
(Solo)
[D] [D] [Bm] [A] [D]
[D] [D] [Bm] [A] [G]
In the dark at the [D]top of the stairs
We were [Bm]way to wasted to [F#]care
Our nai[G]vet beaded like [A]sweat on the walls,
hell, it [D]hung like honey in the [A]air
But, hey, what?s a[D] memory or two
In the [Bm]cycle of planets and [F#]moons?
If I cam[G]e here to claim the [A]lifeless remains
of my [D]wildest dreams, I should [A]know what to do
I ought to know what[Bm] to do
I [A]should know what to[G] do
Why the [Bm]hell would I want Mar[F#]ijuana?
With all these moun[G]tains of madness to m[A]ove
When the [Bm]Martian marauders come [F#]marching
they'll march without manho[G]od
stuck to their s[A]hoes
I?m [Em]wading o[F#]ver the W[G]ateree
To l[Em]ay me d[F#]own in the shade of the [G]trees
In the sh[A]ade of the trees[D]
