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Sand Grain Lyrics by The Woodshedders
The Woodshedders Lyrics
Pretty Polly with a kitchen knife she writes me a check
and chains it to the pit bull in her private jet
then sends me through the desert with a thimble full of hobo tears and rain
she said you better snowball and tumble boy cause you aint nothing but a sand grain
Elvis he was gleaming in his big shiny belt
adorned with the largest rhinestone ever built
and the idea was flirted with that he and i should dress the same
you gotta snowball and tumble when you ain’t nothing but a sand grain
(SOLO)
Shakespeare takes the wind and he makes a moustache
his leaving trunk bursting at the seams with cash
he scolds me with his nose while holding up a gravy train
you better snowball and tumble boy cause you aint nothing but a sand grain
I saw Django and Jimi playing Nuages on a cloud
their banjos newly strung with the beard of John Brown
my big toe shot up through my boot and I heard very plain
you gotta snowball and tumble when you ain’t nothing but a sand grain
(SOLO)
Bob Dylan takes a comb and he tames a bear
his typewriter cooking something quotidian and rare
Well he reads four words to Venus beside him laying
snowball tumble sand grain
CHORUS
mama’s on the tv she ain’t got no pants
daddy’s in the future trying to change the past
I’m in the woodshed shining up this sand grain
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