up in yer neck o' the woods
the rules are kind of different
in fact, they're nonexistent
they were never really set in stone
like hammu-hammu-hammurabi
hammu-hammu-hammurabi's code
gravel road, tom joad and the heap he rode in on
you were the kid that lost it in the back of a '66 chevy bel air
with 3-on-the-tree, a 6-banger engine
and jensen coaxials spitting trips out from the dark side of the moon (shine on)

of the moon (shine on)
of the moon (shine on)
of the moon

up in yer neck o' the woods
there's lots of corn fields
and cops to protect them
like the jolly green giants of law
they keep one ear to the ground
and an appetite for pizza pie, in real life
doughnuts alone don't do it
you knew the place where that crazy, rich farmer kept his fields full of african game
where zebras earned their stripes and giraffes stuck their necks out
and when the going got really strange I'd wish you were here (shine on)

wish you were there (shine on)
wish you were here (shine on)
wish you were everywhere

(pedal steel solo by randy broughten)

up in yer neck o' the woods
you ran a cult of cultivating
I must have missed that class in school
what's new? my how you grew
in those fields of budding prospects
you told your mama you were only meditating
as you medicated back in your room
with the maharishi yogi
feeling spiritual and logy
he was just another guru
just another guru on the wall (shine on)

on the wall (shine on)
on the wall (shine on)
on the wall

Rough Fish Music © BMI 2006