Rocks and Relics (Live)

Shovelin' in the overhangs
Siftin' off most my days
For a B-1 Bomber that'll blow your mind

Listen for the sound of glass
Huntin' someone else's knap
For a B-1 Bomber from flint knapp time

Then all of a sudden
I'm watching it leave
Off the ground and into Hawkeye's pocket

Squash biscuits and a broke leg stream
Flying saucers in my huntin' dreams
In the center of the shuttle I can hear a banjo break

Happens every now and then
If you're lucky they will let you in
If you show on time and you show up straight

As a walkway is folding
Gettin' ready to leave
Hawkeye waves goodbye and decides to smile

Knee-high to a cricket
And younger than me
Covered up in fancy rocks and relics

With sharper than a green flint spear
Hits hard enough to fall a deer
Oh dear, I swear I fell, it's true

Lips of imperial red
Rock of ages in my river bed
I have no earthly jewels for you

Coming home empty-handed
But I finally see
Covered up in fancy rocks and relics

Thank you very much