Todd Snider - The Blues on the Banjo lyrics
[Todd Snider - The Blues on the Banjo lyrics]
Well I woke up this morning
And I realized that I repeat myself
I said I woke up this morning
And I realized that I repeat myself
Well I woke up this morning
They say one and one is two
Well I have my suspicions
I believe it may well be another one of these
Crazy old religious superstitions
Would you believe the
Same financial institution
Backing both sides of every war
Since before the French Revolution
Still run the Federal Reserve?
In all but just a small handful of nations
It's a paper clip operation
By even the most reasonable explanation
It may well be the single
Longest whitest Bronco chase
In the history of the conspiracy of
Television is all I'm sayin'
Yeah, one for the money two for the money
Three for the money four for even more money
The Seventh Wonder was saying'
In Seventh Heaven watchin'
The seventh building falling on 9
11
Screamin' Lockheed Martin, Northrop Grumman
Honeywell and L-3 Communications
These are the corporations
Sellin' perpetual murder and mass destruction
Under the false flag of my protection
From the shadow branch of a government
Still under the spell of it's own addiction
To untold commercialization
Why it would seem easy to me to see
Without too much hesitation
How someone could just wake up one morning
And come to the Richard
Lewis-like conclusion and or realization
That there was absolutely no
Hope whatsoever left
For even the slightest portion
Of our entire civilization
So zippity doodah motherfucker zippity ayy
My, oh my, what a wonderful case of the blues
I am experiencing today while the air in my
Motel has been conditioned
In just such a way
That it seems like every single note
I ask this priceless banjo of mine to play
Takes the unmistakeable sounds of my depths
And my pains and my sorrow
And turns 'em into some kind of
Embarrasin' soundin' hope for tomorrow
And that's not me, man that's not who I am
You know
We mistake desperate people for the
Devil all the time
So there is no real way of knowing
What kind of a deal it
Was that I actually signed
But it was my understanding
That I would be the single greatest blues
Guitar player in the world by now
And I am not in fact, to the contrary
I'm just another workin' fuckin'
Schmuck out here
Standin' around waiting to get shot
In yet another tragic edition
To an already sorry state of affairs
With yet another set of politicians
Takin' to the top of another
Set of courthouse stairs
You know you are out of ideas
When you get down to your
Thoughts and your prayers
But that's just what they're doin' down here
On these courthouse stairs
They're sending out their thoughts
And their prayers, yep
They're sending out their thoughts and
Their prayers to you that's it too
They're sending out their thoughts
And their prayers
Allow four to six weeks for delivery
Sending our their thoughts and their prayers
Well I woke up this morning
And I, and I realized I repeat myself
And I realized that I repeat myself
I said I woke up this morning
And I realized that I repeat myself
Well I woke up this morning
They say one and one is two
Well I have my suspicions
I believe it may well be another one of these
Crazy old religious superstitions
Would you believe the
Same financial institution
Backing both sides of every war
Since before the French Revolution
Still run the Federal Reserve?
In all but just a small handful of nations
It's a paper clip operation
By even the most reasonable explanation
It may well be the single
Longest whitest Bronco chase
In the history of the conspiracy of
Television is all I'm sayin'
Yeah, one for the money two for the money
Three for the money four for even more money
The Seventh Wonder was saying'
In Seventh Heaven watchin'
The seventh building falling on 9
11
Screamin' Lockheed Martin, Northrop Grumman
Honeywell and L-3 Communications
These are the corporations
Sellin' perpetual murder and mass destruction
Under the false flag of my protection
From the shadow branch of a government
Still under the spell of it's own addiction
To untold commercialization
Why it would seem easy to me to see
Without too much hesitation
How someone could just wake up one morning
And come to the Richard
Lewis-like conclusion and or realization
That there was absolutely no
Hope whatsoever left
For even the slightest portion
Of our entire civilization
So zippity doodah motherfucker zippity ayy
My, oh my, what a wonderful case of the blues
I am experiencing today while the air in my
Motel has been conditioned
In just such a way
That it seems like every single note
I ask this priceless banjo of mine to play
Takes the unmistakeable sounds of my depths
And my pains and my sorrow
And turns 'em into some kind of
Embarrasin' soundin' hope for tomorrow
And that's not me, man that's not who I am
You know
We mistake desperate people for the
Devil all the time
So there is no real way of knowing
What kind of a deal it
Was that I actually signed
But it was my understanding
That I would be the single greatest blues
Guitar player in the world by now
And I am not in fact, to the contrary
I'm just another workin' fuckin'
Schmuck out here
Standin' around waiting to get shot
In yet another tragic edition
To an already sorry state of affairs
With yet another set of politicians
Takin' to the top of another
Set of courthouse stairs
You know you are out of ideas
When you get down to your
Thoughts and your prayers
But that's just what they're doin' down here
On these courthouse stairs
They're sending out their thoughts
And their prayers, yep
They're sending out their thoughts and
Their prayers to you that's it too
They're sending out their thoughts
And their prayers
Allow four to six weeks for delivery
Sending our their thoughts and their prayers
Well I woke up this morning
And I, and I realized I repeat myself