There's A Pot A Brewin'

There's a Pot a Brewin' - The Little Ones

Ol' morning crimson dawn

There's a creek now on the floor

Do the paupers sleep tonight

Do the children read or write

There's a pot a brewin'

A beat-up cup for fillin'

Now the paper is saying

That are polls are shifting

Our train's ahead

And its patrons have been so mislead

Judges play gypsy roles

Cherry pickin' while the

Gentleman falls Oh Oh

Aching prophets scurry south

Tangled up in all their vows

They can hear us from the street

It's a shame we can't retreat

You see the road is seasoned

With the bows of treason

Painted wagons are gleamin'

While the dust is settling

Our train's ahead

And its patrons

Have been so mislead

Judges play gypsy roles

Cherry pickin'

While the gentleman falls Oh Oh

Our train's ahead

And its patrons

Have been so mislead

Judges play gypsy roles

Cherry pickin'

While the gentleman falls Oh Oh

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin

There's a pot a brewin