Minor League - The Great Southwest Lyrics

The Great Southwest, doing tricks doing pirouettes
Are we there yet?
Look at me, I'm a red-rosy silhouette
Are we there yet?
Digging holes of blue hallelujahs
If I never leave, tell me what's it to ya?
Bury me in the shade with a cigarette
Are we there yet?

Honey, I think I have found a way
Yes and this could be our breakaway
And I won't let you slip away
Till we're digging holes in the ground

Please stop, I don't want a shoeshine
Are we there yet?
Steel toe, coat is flannel lined
Are we there yet?
"Lightweight is for quitters and hipsters," he said
"Wanna feel my flesh and blood, catch sleep when I'm dead
Getting old is my only regret. Are we there yet?"

Honey, I think I have found a way
Yes and this could be our breakaway
And I won't let you slip away
Till we're digging holes in the ground

Getting old is my only regret. Are we there yet?
Getting old is my only regret. Are we there yet?