Used to be the porch
Now it's the den
Used to be the living room
Now it's the weasel pen
They kind of staked it out
And took over
Oh since God knows when
And if that one is staying
He's sleeping outside
Oh God he dropped his keys
Here comes the Great Divide
Get him a longer shirt
And make him wear it all the time
Tales are tall when I come to
So long on pride
Spin a web off the wall if you want to
You might as well try
Strange place to run to
And you'll be shaking my head when you're gone
Later on
♪
Took it down there Monday 175
Most of us are down to the point where keepsakes don't survive
I've got a number nine black and I want some back
In my sights
Tales are tall when I come to
So long on pride
Spin a web off the wall if you want to
You might as well try
Strange place to run too
And you'll be shaking my head when you're gone
Later on
Later on
♪
Tales are tall when I come to
So long on pride
Spin a web off the wall if you want to
You might as well try
Strange place to run too
And you'll be shaking my head when you're gone
Later on
Later on
Later on