Supply and Demand
He's singin', "What is that sound? What is that noise?
I cannot figure it out for the life of me boys
Is it the coast guard or is it the wind?
Is it the mother ship comin' again?"
Convicted on charges of supply and demand
He was unloadin' the American Dream
Caught in the middle of a bigger plan
It was a South American scheme
He is no smuggler, he is a fisherman
All of his debts they are owed to the sea
Some call it justice but it just ain't right
This ain't live and let live and let be
He's singin', "What is that sound? What is that noise?
I cannot figure it out for the life of me boys
Is it the coast guard or is it the wind?
Or is it the mother ship comin' again?"
He's layin' in his cell and thinkin' 'bout Ulysses
How he picked up his oar and walked away from the sea
Until someone said, "You ain't from round here, are you?"
And that's how far away that he feels
He thinks of his wife and he thinks of his children
And he thinks about 'em takin' his boat
He thinks about the killer in the bunk below
And he's tryin' to keep his hopes afloat
He's singin', "What is that sound? What is that noise?
I cannot figure it out for the life of me boys
Is it the coast guard or is it the wind?
Is it the mother ship comin' again?"
He's singin', "What is that sound? What is that noise?
I cannot figure it out for the life of me boys
Is it the coast guard or is it the wind?
Is it the mother ship comin' again?"
I cannot figure it out for the life of me boys
Is it the coast guard or is it the wind?
Is it the mother ship comin' again?"
Convicted on charges of supply and demand
He was unloadin' the American Dream
Caught in the middle of a bigger plan
It was a South American scheme
He is no smuggler, he is a fisherman
All of his debts they are owed to the sea
Some call it justice but it just ain't right
This ain't live and let live and let be
He's singin', "What is that sound? What is that noise?
I cannot figure it out for the life of me boys
Is it the coast guard or is it the wind?
Or is it the mother ship comin' again?"
He's layin' in his cell and thinkin' 'bout Ulysses
How he picked up his oar and walked away from the sea
Until someone said, "You ain't from round here, are you?"
And that's how far away that he feels
He thinks of his wife and he thinks of his children
And he thinks about 'em takin' his boat
He thinks about the killer in the bunk below
And he's tryin' to keep his hopes afloat
He's singin', "What is that sound? What is that noise?
I cannot figure it out for the life of me boys
Is it the coast guard or is it the wind?
Is it the mother ship comin' again?"
He's singin', "What is that sound? What is that noise?
I cannot figure it out for the life of me boys
Is it the coast guard or is it the wind?
Is it the mother ship comin' again?"
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Writer(s): Guy Clark
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