Regina Spektor - 2.99¢ Blues lyrics
[Regina Spektor - 2.99¢ Blues lyrics]
Oh ah somewhere, far away
Where I roam there live my buffalo twin
In our twin buffalo home sweet home
He take good care of my native son
And he call me by my native name and he
He even lets us drink spring water on Sundays
Hey, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a gallon
Two ninety-nine, two ninety-nine a gallon
And somewhere further down the road
Where I also roam
There live my caterpillar cousin
Beneath a fancy engraved tomb head stone
In the middle of a southern town
Beneath a cemetery burial plot
And he, he don't pay rent no more, no more
But he sure likes the spot
Sure likes the spot
Oh, he sure likes the spot
Sure likes the spot
Oh, he sure likes the spot
Sure likes the spot
Oh, dun dun, dun dun, dun dun
But in the furthest place I've ever known
Where even I so rarely roam
There lives a boy who just come back from war
His flesh was wounded but he
Made it back home
His mother calls him by his given name
And the neighbors whisper how he
Prefers to be alone and he gets
He gets nightmares about boys dripping blood
Sold for two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a gallon
Come on, just two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a gallon
Pay up yours, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a ga-ga-ga-gallon
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga, ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
Ga-ga-ga-gallon
But when I get me all real tired
And I got no more strength to roam
I catch me a horse driven carriage ride
From a local man named Ethan Frome
He don't say much as he tips his hat
And he carries his body as heavy as lead
And he could have been flying through
The snow on his sled
But the wife was in bed and
The horses had to be fed
Besides it's two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Come on, just two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Pay up yours, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Come on, baby, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Come on, yeah it's two
Ninety-nine, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine, two ninety-nine, two
Ninety-nine, now, ah, ah
Two ninety-nine, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine, two ninety-nine, nine, nine
Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine
Oh two ninety-nine, two ninety-nine a story
Pay up yours, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Pay up, it's just two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Your money's just two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine, a-nine-nine, a-nine-nine
No, no, no, no
A gallon
Where I roam there live my buffalo twin
In our twin buffalo home sweet home
He take good care of my native son
And he call me by my native name and he
He even lets us drink spring water on Sundays
Hey, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a gallon
Two ninety-nine, two ninety-nine a gallon
And somewhere further down the road
Where I also roam
There live my caterpillar cousin
Beneath a fancy engraved tomb head stone
In the middle of a southern town
Beneath a cemetery burial plot
And he, he don't pay rent no more, no more
But he sure likes the spot
Sure likes the spot
Oh, he sure likes the spot
Sure likes the spot
Oh, he sure likes the spot
Sure likes the spot
Oh, dun dun, dun dun, dun dun
But in the furthest place I've ever known
Where even I so rarely roam
There lives a boy who just come back from war
His flesh was wounded but he
Made it back home
His mother calls him by his given name
And the neighbors whisper how he
Prefers to be alone and he gets
He gets nightmares about boys dripping blood
Sold for two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a gallon
Come on, just two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a gallon
Pay up yours, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a ga-ga-ga-gallon
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga, ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
Ga-ga-ga-gallon
But when I get me all real tired
And I got no more strength to roam
I catch me a horse driven carriage ride
From a local man named Ethan Frome
He don't say much as he tips his hat
And he carries his body as heavy as lead
And he could have been flying through
The snow on his sled
But the wife was in bed and
The horses had to be fed
Besides it's two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Come on, just two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Pay up yours, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Come on, baby, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Come on, yeah it's two
Ninety-nine, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine, two ninety-nine, two
Ninety-nine, now, ah, ah
Two ninety-nine, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine, two ninety-nine, nine, nine
Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine
Oh two ninety-nine, two ninety-nine a story
Pay up yours, two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Pay up, it's just two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine a story
Your money's just two ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine, a-nine-nine, a-nine-nine
No, no, no, no
A gallon