Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Giant Sand
Bills piled up a mile high
Feeling swamped
I need some sugar
I need something
Need a sweet swamp thing
Traveling on a lonesome dark highway
And taken in the view
I pulled over and she came up behind
She said; “honey i can help you with your flat tire.”
I said i don’t have one
But she pulled out a blade and made
Me a liar
… swamp thing
This woman, she has aspirations
She does perspire
I like to shut up and listen in that glisten
And only admire
She become my fire wire
Sara and her yippity
She only means
The world to me
Serendipity
… swamp thing
Now we got a cat and a dog
And a chicken in the yard
We got everything
My sweet swamp thing