End-in-tow Lyrics - Walkabouts

Storm it shook ya down 

From the burial ground 

There was mud on your face 

Barely lost and barely found 

And the shrunken heads around your neck 

Just replicas of thoughts 

Whose day had finally come 

You drag it fast 

You can drag it slow 

But don't drag it this way 

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Walked beneath the river bridge 

And grabbed the ol' rope swing 

Said "Out there 

You'll see the bottom 

And it swallows while it sings 

And the only gold you'll find there 

Are caps on these two feet." 

Dead dogs float on by 

You drag it fast 

You can drag it slow 

But don't drag it this way 

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Better graves than ditches 

On this we will agree 

There is good earth on the west bank 

Good nails and rope and pine 

You can picnic at the Cataract 

Or paddle to the shore 

But you'll join the diggin' party 

Just like you did before. 

You drag it fast 

You can drag it slow 

But don't drag it this way 

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