The Flat Baritone Lyrics by Gourds

The Flat Baritone Lyrics

    Form a ring and wind and twine
    Round the ol' grape vine
    Heavy on the wire from the house
    Salt the cow and kill the calf
    Meet yer lonesome with a once and a half
    Gent¹s on the east and ladies on the south

    The solemn boy carries his silver damage
    Sold but for, the number and the image

    His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
    Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
    Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure

    When he sings he slurs
    & uses the meat of his thigh
    T¹hold the book he wrote when he was lame
    So wrapped up in his flat baritone
    No castrato could woo him in from the rain

    For he never raised his voice when his britches
    Was spillin¹ over with that honey truck richness


    His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
    Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
    Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure

    Well the stylus hit the patches
    As he spit on the splashes
    & sought out the scratches in the vinyl
    'neath a needle topped with nickels
    To keep the tunes a-goin'
    Cracklin', croonin' & crowin'

    Multi-colored, hard-boiled & hidden
    In the corners, with the dogs rusty remnants

    His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
    Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
    Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure

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