American Attics Lyrics

Southern air

Can get pretty muggy

When you're stuck behind

A horse and buggy

And underneath

The weeping willow

Bill reads

Don DeLillo

Lose your heavy load

On this old dirt road

In the wooden wheels

And the liquor deals

In the mason jars

By the reservoir

Just give my royalties

To those willow trees

And all that was lost

To the Spanish moss

Over that bent cross

Oh momma

From the pig circus

To the funeral service

Lord I swear there is a purpose

And no life worthless

Still you gotta say goodbye

In the blink of an eye

But honey please don't cry

For what might drop from the sky

Oh no

And like Goldsboro in 1961

Just drop the gun

Oh here comes the sun

And all this conditional prohibition

It draws suspicion

Of this tradition

And in addition

The new prescription

From my physician

Is a new edition

Of an old petition

So after submission

This coalition

Asked the commission

For its definition

Of love (Of love of love of love of)

American attics

They love the static

Love the static

Love the static

I said American attics

They love the static

Love the static

Love the static

Oh they love the static