Bellerin' Plain-Captain Beefheart

[00:05.893]Parapliers, the willow dipped, rolled, roots gnarled like rakers [00:11.500]This hollow hole don't hold no jokers or fakers [00:17.620]Don't fall by no jokers or fakers [00:22.303]Puller down to the stirrin' hay acres [00:28.933]Parapliers pinched up uh levee 'n pulled 'way thru the toe [00:33.579]Foothills, locomotives walked, 'n sugar beets rolled down the tracks [00:38.905]Sunburn bounce soot off the black smokestacks [00:43.513]Parapliers pinched up slow down the sky blue-o [00:47.360]Poured the engineer's voice whistlin' down low [00:50.324]'N piped like clacks by the ol' scarecrow [00:57.437]'N pots 'n pans burn the fireman's hands, till the [00:59.886]Kettle leaped fire round the belly-o [01:20.331]The bayou boy bums with their sunken gums [01:23.085]'N pits their strength to the seven sons [01:26.089]Parapliers roll like a straight iron gun [01:28.839]Like a red-hot iron thru the egg white-o [01:32.337]Sunnyland drum, horn blow [01:39.947]Sun like a bubble pop yellow down she go [02:30.934]My cowcatcher whistled like a steel flash scream [02:35.826]Hose sucked out for water 'n the wheeldriver [02:38.575]Sparkled like an Indian flint [02:42.477]'N the fireman 'n the brakeman [02:47.343]Bent 'n waved his long red underwear arm, all aboard [02:54.202]Then the lantern flared [02:55.957]'N the caboose waved a green gone on