First Few Desperate Hours Lyrics - Tallahassee - Mountain Goats

Bad luck comes in from Tampa 

Bad luck comes in from Tampa 

On the back of a truck 

Doing ninety up the interstate 

We have bad dreams the night he rolls in 

We have bad dreams the night he rolls in 

And we try to keep our sprits high 

But they flag and they wane 

When the truck pulls up out front 

In the light spring rain 

And they sag like withering flowers 

Let the good times roll on 

Through these first few desperate hours 

Yeah the driver drops his cargo at the curb 

The driver drops his cargo at the curb 

And the sun peeks in 

Like a killer through the curtain 

And when cloven hoof prints turn up in the garden 

Yeah when cloven hoof prints turn up in the garden 

We keep up the good fight 

We keep our spirits light