Critterland

I coulda been a businessman, I was too hot-headed
Plus I never had the money, plus I kinda got arrested
But my sweet old folks thought I'd make a pretty decent one of those
And I still live the kind of life where people judge on your clothes

Now, it's forty miles of back road on all-terrain tires
That little blue hymnal sittin' open all the while
Singin' songs to a god I have met but do not know
Makin' wagers on the critters that we see crossin' the road

Yeah, the sparrow on the wing taught me to find you
And the opossum knows his own mind more than I do
I'm here for all the love that I can stand
Take me to Critterland

In the decade of our lovin', we've grown to not-so-young
I've come to know the seasons by the lashin' of your tongue
But the propane gently sputters, there's spring water in our tap
Oh, why can't we feel the peace of this sweet dog upon our laps

Oh, the granny witch and herbalist have remedies for us
It's a tincture and a prayer poured down the holler of our guts
On the homestead in the pine beds, we've grown our holy power
Layin' bare like critters there hour by lovin' hour

Yeah, the sparrow on the wing taught me to sing for you
And the opossum keeps her young closer than I do
I'm here for all the grief that I can stand
Take me to Critterland

Oh, I never thought I could love like this
They think I'm a queer and a communist
But I'll go along to get along, darlin'
It feels so right

'Cause why have a god if no one is saved
I think love is a burden if it ain't brave
I'll live and die forever there
Right there in that divine

Oh, it's hard to say what I have learned from all these hills and hymns
But we're dyin', and we're singin', I love you and we've sinned
And when marauders come 'cause the apocalypse is nigh
I want my rifle on my shoulder, my lover by my side

I wanna be the kind of man that stands his ground and dies
Take my fiddle and my good hat, I'll go out in style
I'll do it all for family, not for glory or a god
In the war that is ragin' between the haves and have-nots

Oh, the sparrow on the wing taught me to fight for you
And the opossum keeps her teeth sharper than I do
You can bury me where I make my last stand
At the Battle of Critterland
At the Battle of Critterland