Bellerin' Plain (Live)

Parapliers, the willow dipped, rolled, roots gnarled like rakers

This hollow hole don't hold no jokers or fakers

Don't fall by no jokers or fakers

Puller down to the stirrin' hay acres

Parapliers pinched up uh levee 'n pulled 'way thru the toe

Foothills, locomotives walked, 'n sugar beets rolled down the tracks

Sunburn bounce soot off the black smokestacks

Parapliers pinched up slow down the sky blue-o

Poured the engineer's voice whistlin' down low

'N piped like clacks by the ol' scarecrow

'N pots 'n pans burn the fireman's hands, till the

Kettle leaped fire round the belly-o

The bayou boy bums with their sunken gums

'N pits their strength to the seven sons

Parapliers roll like a straight iron gun

Like a red-hot iron thru the egg white-o

Sunnyland drum, horn blow

Sun like a bubble pop yellow down she go

My cowcatcher whistled like a steel flash scream

Hose sucked out for water 'n the wheeldriver

Sparkled like an Indian flint

'N the fireman 'n the brakeman

Bent 'n waved his long red underwear arm, all aboard

Then the lantern flared

'N the caboose waved a green gone on