Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can’t be 20 on Sugar Mountain
Though you’re thinking that
You’re leavin’ there too soon
You’re leavin’ there too soon
I’ll shake the sugar tree
Till I feel your love falling all around me
You got to tend to what you planted
And if you take my love for granted
I’ll shake the sugar tree…
Where I came from there’s a place called heaven
That’s the place where all the good children go
The houses are of silver, the streets are gold
But there’s more where you come from, my sugar walls
The band in heaven
They play my favorite song
Play it one more time
Play it all night long
Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens
Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens
**Well your wishes and your feelings
Your bad dreams and intuitions
Are about as much good to me right now as a brand new set of golf clubs
When it comes your time to go, ain’t no good way to go about it
There comes a time for everything
And the time has come for you to shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane**
Silver wings
Shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines
Headed somewhere in flight…
Put Silver Wings on my son’s chest
Make him one of America’s best
He’ll be a man he’ll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret
Mama told me not to waste my life,
She said spread your wings my little butterfly
Don’t let what they say keep you up at night
And they can’t detain you
'Cause wings are made to fly
See the dog and butterfly
Up in the air he likes to fly
Dog and butterfly
Below she had to try
She roll back down to the warm soft ground, laughing
She don’t know why, she don’t know why
Dog and butterfly
Nm
Won’t you fly, oh eagle fly
You better run, little cottontail, run
I hope you both live long enough to see the setting sun
The lion ain’t got no jungle
Old black bear got no cave
And that poor old alligator
Just bout seen his better days
I wanna fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Till I’m free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution
(The board is especially cranky today)
For just a skyline pigeon,
Dreaming of the open,
Waiting for the day
That he can spread his wings,
And fly away again.
Fly away, skyline pigeon fly,
Towards the dreams
You’ve left so very far behind.
I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet,
But guarding fumes and making haste,
It ain’t my cup of meat.
Ev’rybody’s 'neath the trees,
Feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Spring is here, spring is here
Life is skittles and life is beer
I think the loveliest time of the year
Is the spring, I do, don’t you? Course you do
But there’s one thing that makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday a treat for me
All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon
When we’re poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you’ll see my sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park
To the beer and benzedrine
To the way that the dean
Tried so hard to be pals with us all
To excuses we fibbed
To the papers we cribbed
From the genius who lived down the hall
To the tables down at Morey’s
(Wherever that may be)
Let us drink a toast to all we love the best
We will sleep through all the lectures
And cheat on the exams
And we’ll pass, and be forgotten with the rest
He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
Drinks that Johnny Walker at that Club 69
We’re gonna strap them kids in give ‘em a little bit o’ Benadryl
And a cherry coke we’re goin’ to Oklahoma
Gonna have us a time
Up in the morning and out to school
The teacher is teachin’ the Golden Rule
American History and Practical Math
Studyin’ hard and hopin’ to pass
And workin’ your fingers right down the bone
The guy behind you won’t leave you alone
He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
Drinks that Johnny Walker at that Club 69
We’re gonna strap them kids in give ‘em a little bit o’ Benadryl
And a cherry coke we’re goin’ to Oklahoma
Gonna have us a time