Over The Wateree by the Floating Men                                     
Owned and Lyrics by Jeff Holmes and The Floating Men
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                       D     
No, I really couldn?t stay
          Bm                      F#                               
What with all of these meetings to make
         G               A         
I keep waking up naked, clawed up, and
              D                   A
sore in a goddess?s bed every day
          D                 
I?ll take part of the blame
      Bm                       F#       
If I seem a little lost in a daze
       G                    A
Every time I think I got my feet on the ground
        D
I look down
                     A
and the ground moves away
                  Bm
It goes shaking away
                A                  G
I look down and the ground moves away
        Bm                    D                     
Why the hell would I want any money?
               Bm                D                     
With all these acres of anger to farm,
              Bm               D
A quiet understanding with manhood, and
                  Em         A 
a fist full of feathers and yarn?

    Em      F#       G
I?m wading over the Wateree
    Em     F#                      G     
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
         A                  D 
In the shade of the trees

           D
I?ve been speaking in tongues
         Bm                   F#
With the breath of gods in my lungs
          G                   A
I?ve been channeling Ponce de Leon
           D                     A
Swallowing sunlight, and coming undone
               D
I remember how tenderness tastes

      Bm                         F#
I can still see the smile on her face
         G                       A
When she spotted me drunk on the trunk of the car 
       D                      A
in Kentucky on the day of the race
                     Bm
Laughing "My, what a waste!"
         A                  G
Howling "My, what a pitiful waste!"

        Bm                    D
Why the hell would I want any whiskey?
            Bm                         D                           
When I done shot out the lights on the street
       Bm                      D
With a kerosene lantern in one hand and
                 Em                    A
The mysteries of manhood clamped in my teeth

    Em      F#       G
I?m wading over the Wateree
    Em     F#                      G     
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
         A                  D 
In the shade of the trees

(Solo)
D D Bm A D
D D Bm A G

                   D
In the dark at the top of the stairs
        Bm               F#
We were way to wasted to care
       G                A
Our naiveté beaded like sweat on the walls,
         D                      A 
hell, it hung like honey in the air
                  D
But, hey, what?s a memory or two

       Bm                   F#
In the cycle of planets and moons?
        G                   A
If I came here to claim the lifeless remains
      D                        A
of my wildest dreams, I should know what to do
                    Bm
I ought to know what to do
  A                  G
I should know what to do

        Bm                   F#
Why the hell would I want Marijuana?
                   G                    A
With all these mountains of madness to move
         Bm                     F#
When the Martian marauders come marching
                           G
they'll march without manhood
                A
stuck to their shoes


    Em      F#       G
I?m wading over the Wateree
    Em     F#                      G     
To lay me down in the shade of the trees
         A                  D 
In the shade of the trees