Fire At The Pageant

Harlan’s papa wouldn’t stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord God, what is Ma to do?

Mama’s so mad 'cause he muddied up his suit
Caught in a thorn bush, blowin' on a flute
Lord God, what is Ma to do?

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Everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

124 Fire, fire on the mountain
Would everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

If he did drive into town
Everyone would stand around and stare
Harlan’s girl would catch a glimpse
In the mirror as she crimps her hair

Harlan’s papa wouldn’t stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord God what is Ma to do?

Mama’s so mad ’cause she can’t scare him off
Even if she’s wrapped in a tablecloth
Oh Lord what is Ma to do

124 56789 thousand
Would everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on, run, call 911
Calm down, calm down, Calm down

124 Fire, fire on the mountain
Everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on, run, call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

124 Fire, fire on the mountain
Everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on, run, call 911!

Ha ha, hahaha
You're s'posed to be dead, Mr. Harlan
Ha ha, hahaha
You're s'posed to be dead, go back to sleep