Down over the window   From the dazzling sunlit place   Through the back alleys, through the blinds   Another one of the Memphis days      Honey bees are buzzing   Leaves begin to stir   I'm in love with my second cousin   I tell myself I could be happy forever with her      I keep listening for footsteps   But I ain't never hearing any   From the boat, I fish for bullheads   I catch a lot sometimes too many      A summer breeze is blowin'   A squall is setting in   Sometimes it's just plain stupid   To get into any kind of wind      Well the old men 'round here sometimes they get on   Bad terms with the younger men   Old, young, age don't carry weight   It doesn't matter in the end      One of the boss' hangers-on sometimes comes to call   At times you least expect   Tryin' to bully you, strong arm you inspire you with fear   It has the opposite effect      There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town   The other one is long gone   10 foot, 2 foot, 6 across   Burns with the bark still on      They say times are hard   If you don't believe it you can follow your nose   It don't bother me, times are hard everywhere   We'll just have to see how it goes      My old man, he's like some feudal Lord   He's got more lives than a cat   I've never seen him quarrel with my mother even once   Things come alive or they fall flat      You can smell the pine wood burnin'   You can hear the school bell ring   Got to get up near the teacher, if you can   If you wanna learn anything      Romeo, he said to Juliet, "You got a poor complexion   That don't give your appearance a very youthful touch"   Juliet said back to Romeo   "Why don't you just shove off, if it bothers you so much"      They got all got outta here any way they could   Cold rain can give you the shivers   They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee   All rest of them rebel rivers      If you ever try to interfere with me or cross my path again   You do so at the peril of your life   I'm not quite as cool, or forgiving as I sound   I've seen enough heartache and strife      My grandfather was a duck trapper   He could do it with just dragnets and ropes   My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth   I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes      I had 'em once, though I suppose   To go along with all the ring dancing   Christmas carols and all the Christmas eves   I left all my dreams and hopes buried under tobacco leaves      Not always easy kicking someone out   Got to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant task   Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up   And tears or not, it's too much to ask