ballerin´ plain þarký sözü

parapliers the willow dipped
rolled roots gnarled like rakers
this hollow hole don´t hold no jokers er´ fakers
don´t fall by no jokers or fakers
puller down to the stirrin´ hay acres
parapliers pinches a levy ´n pulled way thru the toe
foothills, locomotives walked ´n sugar beets rolled
down the tracks
sunbum bounce soot off the black smokestacks
parapliers pinched up slow down the sky
blue ´o´ poured the engineer´s voice
whistlin´ down low ´n piped like clacks
by the ol´ scarecrow
´n pots ´n pans burn the fireman´s hands till the
kettle leaped fire ´round the belly ´o´
the bayou boy bums with sunken gums
´n pits his strength to the 7th sons down
parapliers rumbled like uh straight iron gun
like a red hot iron through the egg white ´o´
sunnyland drum, horn blow
sun like uh bubble pop yellow, down she go
muh cowcatcher whistled like uh steel flash scream
hose sucked out for water ´n the wheeldriver
sparkled like an indian flint
´n the fireman ´n the brakeman bent ´n waved his long
red underwear arm
all aboard
the lantern flared ´n the caboose waved uh green gone on