Well the big huge valley is a ribbon of light
The aqueducts are snakes tonight
The stars are homesteaders, staking claims
My head is hopping with historical names
Transfer trucks are buffalo's
Chewing up this desert road
Yes and I am nothing especially
Just an uptight man on a useless journey
And the oil is pumping up out of the dirt
Those virile dinosaurs continue to squirt
And the mountains lay like croaker sacks
The global forces sculpt with tectonic panache
And the crop duster flies through those blackish skies
She ain't on the clock
She's banking in and pulling out
Her propeller eyes on the wind sock
Well the big huge valley is on a respirator
Life juices pumped from up in the sierras
The almond trees battle their own disease
The hay is jaundiced and the raisins wheeze
Cattle march under the knife
I do believe the big doctor is sweating up a storm tonight
Vic Chesnutt - Soggy Tongues Lyrics
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Well the big huge valley is a ribbon of light
The aqueducts are snakes tonight
The stars are homesteaders, staking claims
My head is hopping with historical names
Transfer trucks are buffalo's
Chewing up this desert road
Yes and I am nothing especially
Just an uptight man on a useless journey
And the oil is pumping up out of the dirt
Those virile dinosaurs continue to squirt
And the mountains lay like croaker sacks
The global forces sculpt with tectonic panache
And the crop duster flies through those blackish skies
She ain't on the clock
She's banking in and pulling out
Her propeller eyes on the wind sock
Well the big huge valley is on a respirator
Life juices pumped from up in the sierras
The almond trees battle their own disease
The hay is jaundiced and the raisins wheeze
Cattle march under the knife
I do believe the big doctor is sweating up a storm tonight
The aqueducts are snakes tonight
The stars are homesteaders, staking claims
My head is hopping with historical names
Transfer trucks are buffalo's
Chewing up this desert road
Yes and I am nothing especially
Just an uptight man on a useless journey
And the oil is pumping up out of the dirt
Those virile dinosaurs continue to squirt
And the mountains lay like croaker sacks
The global forces sculpt with tectonic panache
And the crop duster flies through those blackish skies
She ain't on the clock
She's banking in and pulling out
Her propeller eyes on the wind sock
Well the big huge valley is on a respirator
Life juices pumped from up in the sierras
The almond trees battle their own disease
The hay is jaundiced and the raisins wheeze
Cattle march under the knife
I do believe the big doctor is sweating up a storm tonight
Writer: VIC CHESTNUTT
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