Rita Cline - Barbaro

Where you going Sunday morning

Woke up half buried in my coffin

All these believers try and stay modest

Whiskey’s got my belly barking

Just last week I said it’s one thing

To call off this bitter racket

Wouldn’t wish it on anyone

Oh, the waves

Take the better part of a better man that’s keeping me this way

Oh my Rita Cline on the lake

Yappin' on about their children and the kind of pills they take

Oh this damned young modern age

Hell bent on paranoia

Crossing legs I’m dodging shadows

That’s quite the stain not beggd nor borrowed

Dig the earth, plant th flowers

Pick up the phone to call your mother

Spend some time hanging round

Talking for talking sake

Oh, the waves

Take the better part of a better man that’s keeping me this way

Oh my Rita Cline on the lake

Yappin' on about their children and the kind of pills they take

Oh this damn young modern age