Notion

I don’t need much and that ain’t no lie. Ain’t runnin’ any race. Give to me my country pie. I won’t throw it up in anybody’s face.

Well, we all got on ’n’ what d’ya think. That big old boat started t’ sink. More people kept a-pilin’ on. That old ship was a-slowly goin’ down. Funny way t’ start a picnic.

Buy me a flute. And a gun that shoots. Tailgates and substitutes. Strap yourself. To the tree with roots. You ain’t goin’ nowhere. Whoo-ee! Ride me high. Tomorrow’s the day. My bride’s gonna come. Oh, oh, are we gonna fly. Down in the easy chair!