Southern Tenant Folk Union - Days By The Seaside With Ice Cream lyrics
Mamaís in the driving seat, daddyís in the back,
Heís not saying nothing no more, heís covered with a sack .
Heíd been killing in the kitchen but juring a short low,
Mama went and got the accent, drove it by all his scars.
Sheís left of anyone text, he buried in his pain,
And on together in car we can catch the chain.
My sisterís in the front with mom, bucket tense bay packed,
Iím in the back with dad, Iím hoping he stays intact.
Whoís huge face is here to give us a wicked rack?
Ainít dealing nothing no more, just hanging in the sack.
And we reach in the seaside, itís late in the day.
One on each side we chose, we donít have much time to play.
Tracked daddy out on the beach and leave him in the sand,
His stated eyes donít see the skies, too late to understand.
And when we go to the beach some days I hold on great,
So I darken the steed, even the rest it seems outraged.
Under a dirty he snares, a day comes in an act,
Momma buys a sole ice cream, some things will just forget about.