Taco, Buffalo, Birddog And Jesus Lyrics - Guided By Voices

Taco, Buffalo, Birddog and Jesus 

Taking the? to see 

? guidebook 

The hairiest thing we'd agree 

They'd been driving a pickup from Plymouth 

? holes in his jeans 

As they whistled the spirits above them 

The circus matures beneath(?) 

Irrepressable? of peoples 

? the others he knows 

But the ones who? nice people 

Into the black smoking hole 

Nobody opens his eyes 

It's hard to look up in the sun 

And so? shove them along 

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In the cross? apple 

Something will carry us a long 

Takes a hell of a? sunday 

And stays till the boat swings along 

Nobody opens his eyes 

It's hard to look up to the sun 

And so? 

Photos 

Beyond the bars and? of mid-western factory towns 

People? 

Some of us think it odd that a large percentage of bona-fide miracles were witnessed today 

But I've seen Taco take a big long drag off his self whittled pipe and sit back and laugh 

Rednecks hugging and buying each other drinks 

And then Jesus blows the clouds away with one puff 

Crawls back into his cage and goes to sleep