Earth (Fever Called Love)
Don't you go lookin' for the things in the Earth
Deep in the ground with the dark and the dirt
Don't you go chasin' those things in the Earth
First come last and the last come first
A heart is a cold, black snake slippin' into your shoe
Well a cheep shot of rice served in a
(neat) bowl of wood in the (feud) naw
I been to the north and I been to the south
The east and the west and the river's cold mouth
I been washed in the (bird), been washed in the blood
Down forty days in a maze of love
'Cause love comes easy to a poor got nothin' to lose
Got that whiskey like a long, black snake crawlin' into my shoes yeah
Here it comes
Well everybody needs to need somethin'
And everybody thinks they don't know oh
Well everybody knows they got somethin'
They got that silly kind of fever called love yeah
Well everybody thinks they need somethin'
And everybody thinks you don't know oh
Well everybody knows they got somethin'
They got that silly kind of fever called love yeah
I once had a woman, she was hot as a stone
Head like a river so I brought her on home
But I found that she wasn't made of skin and bone
Just (cellophane), string and an old cell phone
'Cause love it comes easy to a boy got nothin' to lose
Get that whiskey like a long, black snake crawlin' into my shoes yeah
Don't you go lookin' for the things in the Earth
Deep in the ground with the dark and the dirt
Don't you go chasin' those things in the Earth
First come last and the last come first
Don't you go lookin' for the things in the Earth
Deep in the ground with the dark and the dirt
Don't you go chasin' those things in the Earth
First come last and the last come first
A heart is a cold, black snake slippin' into your shoe
Well a cheep shot of (rice) served in
a (neat) bowl of wood in the (fuse) naw
Well everybody thinks they need somethin'
And everybody thinks you don't know oh
Well everybody knows they got somethin'
They got that silly kind of fever called love yeah
Well everybody thinks they need somethin'
And everybody thinks you don't know oh
Well everybody knows they got somethin'
They got that silly kind of fever called love yeah
Deep in the ground with the dark and the dirt
Don't you go chasin' those things in the Earth
First come last and the last come first
A heart is a cold, black snake slippin' into your shoe
Well a cheep shot of rice served in a
(neat) bowl of wood in the (feud) naw
I been to the north and I been to the south
The east and the west and the river's cold mouth
I been washed in the (bird), been washed in the blood
Down forty days in a maze of love
'Cause love comes easy to a poor got nothin' to lose
Got that whiskey like a long, black snake crawlin' into my shoes yeah
Here it comes
Well everybody needs to need somethin'
And everybody thinks they don't know oh
Well everybody knows they got somethin'
They got that silly kind of fever called love yeah
Well everybody thinks they need somethin'
And everybody thinks you don't know oh
Well everybody knows they got somethin'
They got that silly kind of fever called love yeah
I once had a woman, she was hot as a stone
Head like a river so I brought her on home
But I found that she wasn't made of skin and bone
Just (cellophane), string and an old cell phone
'Cause love it comes easy to a boy got nothin' to lose
Get that whiskey like a long, black snake crawlin' into my shoes yeah
Don't you go lookin' for the things in the Earth
Deep in the ground with the dark and the dirt
Don't you go chasin' those things in the Earth
First come last and the last come first
Don't you go lookin' for the things in the Earth
Deep in the ground with the dark and the dirt
Don't you go chasin' those things in the Earth
First come last and the last come first
A heart is a cold, black snake slippin' into your shoe
Well a cheep shot of (rice) served in
a (neat) bowl of wood in the (fuse) naw
Well everybody thinks they need somethin'
And everybody thinks you don't know oh
Well everybody knows they got somethin'
They got that silly kind of fever called love yeah
Well everybody thinks they need somethin'
And everybody thinks you don't know oh
Well everybody knows they got somethin'
They got that silly kind of fever called love yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Earley
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