Waitin On The Sky
Steve Earle
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| I grew up in a military town, Waitin' on the sky to fall. |
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| Everybody I knew hangin' around | wonderin' What they'd do when the | Draft Board called. |
| Lookin' back it musta been a miracle How I ever grew up at all; | |
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| To sing about livin' in a military town | Waitin' on the sky to | fall. |
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| Waitin' on the sky to fall, boys, | Waitin' on the sky to fall. |
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| Chicken Little wasn't makin' nothin' but noise | Waitin' on the sky to | fall! |
| Spent a lonely lifetime rollin' down the line Searchin' for the Holy Grail. | |
| Never once crossed my solitary mind That any such consecrated quest'd fail. | |
| Came upon an ocean and much to my chagrin They told me that ship had sailed. | |
| Walkin' on the water cause I never learned To swin searchin' for the Holy Grail. | |
| Searchin' for the Holy Grail, friends, Searchin' for the Holy Grail. | |
| Been across the oceans and now I'm back again Searchin' for the Holy Grail! | |
| Been around enough to know a little bit now And I'm sitting on top of the world. | |
| Wangin' on a guitar while the sun goes down, Singin' a song about a redheaded girl. | |
| Was a time I would have said those days were gone But I'm givin' it another whirl. | |
| Didn't know that I was gonna live this long Now I'm sitting' on top of the world. | |
| Sittin' on top of the world, friends, Sittin' on top of the world. | |
| Eyes wide open 'til the Messenger calls Sittin' on top of the world! | |
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