Well Lollie cussed up his mama
When she said "you can't move to France"
He went ahead and got mean on a vending machine
But he still got them M&Ms
So he traipsed it on down to New Orleans
And boxed a big boy in the jaw
High-stepped out and outran the crowd
And got to bragging down at the bar
Green, Green Sky
This time your trouble is a half-mile wide
Green, Green Sky
Hold your breath and it might blow by
Now he's a double-clutching weasel a-grinding up
All his gears on the Lost Highway
With his wife at home a-pounding out the biscuits
For the babies praying lord they make it one more day
But he moonlights wagging one finger,
Gripping his pistol with the other four
Saying "Lady throw the bag down, whatchu doing downtown,
Ain't you never seen a movie before?"
Green, Green Sky
This time your trouble is a half-mile wide
Green, Green Sky
Hold your breath and it might blow by
C'est la vie he made his run for mayor,
That little town down the river
Where nobody sees what you get for free
Or whose hands are feeling down in your jeans
Got his cabinet cocking buck-shot, keep your bead on your enemy
But the tit-for-tat teaspoon's stirring round the night moon,
Naw that ain't no summer breeze
I heard he got himself a new girl,
Wrapping up the whole world around the high heel of her shoe
But the gravy in the gravity is gonna have a field day
Cashing in the Golden Rule
If you can't get your way, hey babe what's the use,
Blow your fuse and you can take control
Go on ahead and send a rocket through the mailroom, man,
You just ask forgiveness in the hole
Green, Green Sky this
Time your trouble is a half-mile wide
Green, Green Sky
Hold your breath and it might blow by
Green, Green Sky this
Time your trouble is a half-mile wide
Green, Green Sky
Hold your breath and it might blow by