Firmly Rooted, Slightly Tooted Lyrics

Well one day I lost my towel at sea

And I knew that it was not for me

So I set off home, and there I've grown

Old in my age but I'm still on my throne

The city it was built around me

And these days it seems it's full of thieves

They take what they want, but they don't give back

And that's why things have gone off track

A swag bag on their shoulder sags

Full of loot, and now the banker's mad

They'll get quick rich, but then get stitched

This god darn life is a son-of-a-bitch

We write these tunes to lighten the mood

Like in the saloon with lots of food

Cards in our hands, we're making plans

To get a flush and win a grand

Won a grand, in my pocket

And I don't wanna stop it

Gonna stock lock and clock it

Yeah the grand in my pocket

Won a grand, in my pocket

And I don't wanna stop it

Gonna stock lock and clock it

Yeah the grand in my pocket

We win big when we win these days

When we play, we play our greatest plays

We're firmly rooted in our town of dust

And our horseback lifestyle is a must

We wonder 'round these barren plains

Grabbing on our horses reins

The enemy they are not near

But we know we must watch our rear

We wonder through the sand and dust

The mountain tops we do not trust

They could be up there looking down

With bows and arrows to take our town

We lose a lot when we lose these days

Our livestock and our banks they pay

We're firmly rooted in our town of dust

And our horseback lifestyle is a must

We wonder 'round these barren plains

Grabbing on our horses reins

The enemy they are not near

But we know we must watch our rear

We wonder through the sand and dust

The mountain tops we do not trust

They could be up there looking down

With bows and arrows to take our town

Well one day they took my horse from me

And replaced it with an iron steed

It chugs along to our merry song

And our legacy it will live on

The city it was built around me

There's steam powered machines all over the streets

They take what they want, but they don't give back

But it seems things will just stay on track

A swag bag on their shoulder sags

Full of loot, and now the owner's mad

They'll get quick rich, but then get stitched

This god darn life is a son-of-a-bitch

We write these tunes to lighten the mood

Like in the barroom with lots of food

Cards in our hands, we're making plans

To get a flush and win 10 grand