Flat Stuff - Greg Brown

Sundown like a showtune

Trumpets play full blast

To create a great impression

Ah, but it doesn’t seem to last

Flat stuff, flat stuff

Way out to the way out to the setting sun

The muskrat and the bullfrog

The rabbit and the skunk

Old barns full of blue sky

Backyards full of junk

Flat stuff, flat stuff

Way out to the way out to the setting sun

You can’t find no river

That ain’t low and brown

It’s full of sixteen catfish

Who just lay there farting aroun'

Flat stuff, flat stuff

Way out to the way out to the setting sun

Pete hollers to Ruthie

«Open me a beer

When you get it open

Bring it over here.»

Flat stuff, flat stuff

Way out to the way out to the setting sun

The sun looks like a cookie

That didn’t come out right

Ah, the moon looks like a cookie

And someone stole a bite

Flat stuff, flat stuff

Way out to the way out to the setting sun

When them old boys come through

Sometimes I think it would have been best

If they’d said, «Jesus, it’s too flat here»

And just kept going West

Out of the flat stuff, flat stuff

Way out to the setting sun