The Great Southwest Lyrics

The Great Southwest, doing tricks, doing pirouettes

Are we there yet?

Look at me, I'm a red-rosy silhouette

Are we there yet?

Digging holes of blue hallelujahs

If I never leave, tell me what's it to ya?

Bury me in the shade with a cigarette

Are we there yet?

Bury me in the shade with a cigarette

Are we there yet?

Honey I think I have found a way

Yes, and this could be our breakaway

Yes, and I won't let you slip away

Till we're digging holes in the ground

Till we're digging holes in the ground

Please stop, I don't want a shoeshine

Are we there yet?

Steel toe, my coat is flannel lined

Lightweight is for quitters and hipsters, he said

Wanna feel my flesh and blood, catch sleep when I'm dead

Getting old is my only regret

Are we there yet?

Getting old is my only regret

Are we there yet?

Honey I think I have found a way

Yes, and this could be our breakaway

Yes, and I won't let you slip away

Till we're digging holes in the ground

Till we're digging holes in the ground

Getting old is my only regret

Are we there yet?