Floater Songtext / Lyric

Down over the window

From the dazzling sunlit place

Through the back alleys, through the blinds,

Another one of them endless days.



Honey bees are buzzing

Leaves begin to stir

I’m in love with my second cousin

I tell myself I could be happy forever with her.



I keep listening for footsteps,

But I ain’t ever hearing any.

From the boat, I fish for bullheads

I catch a lot, sometimes too many.



A summer breeze is blowin’,

A squall is setting in.

Sometimes it’s just plain stupid

To get into any kind of wind.



Well, the old men around here

Sometimes they get on bad terms

With the younger men,

Old, young; age don’t carry weight

It doesn’t matter in the end



One of the bosses' hangers-on

Sometimes comes to call

At times you least expect

Tryin' to bully you, strongarm you

Inspire you with fear

It has the opposite effect



There’s a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town

The old one - long gone

Ten foot, two foot, six across

Burns with the bark still on



They say times are hard

If you don’t believe it you can follow your nose

It don’t bother me, times are hard everywhere

We’ll just have to see how it goes.



My old man he’s like some feudal lord

Got more lives than a cat.

I’ve never seen him quarrel with my mother even once

Things come alive or they fall flat.



You can smell the pine wood burnin’

You can hear the school-bell ring.

Got to get up near the teacher, if you can

If you wanna learn anything.



Romeo, he said to Juliet, “You got a poor complexion

It don’t give you an appearance of a youthful touch.”

Juliet said back to Romeo, “Why don’t you just shove off

If it bothers you so much.”



They got out of here any way they could

Cold rain can give you the shivers

They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee,

All the rest of them rebel rivers.



If you ever try to interfere with me

Or cross my path again,

You do so at the peril of your own life.

I’m not quite as cool or forgiving as I sound

I’ve seen enough heartache and strife.



My grandfather was a duck trapper

He could do it with just dragnets and ropes

My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth,

I don’t know if they had any dreams or hopes.



I had 'em once though I suppose

To go along with all the ring dancing,

Christmas Carols on all the Christmas Eves

I left all my dreams and hopes

Buried under tobacco leaves



Not always easy kicking someone out

Got to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant task

Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up

And tears or not it’s too much to ask.