Rock on my belly, lying on the bottom of the pool   I'm a rock on the belly, lying on the bottom of the pool   There's a man on the bank ten thousand years my younger   I see a face on the water one hundred hundred years my younger   But I can't go back, he can't go back   I can't make it back to where I came   As I hold my whole body under         Legs, tail, and belly shaking the top of the pool   Legs, tail, and belly shattering the window of the pool   Mouth and belly scaring the fish down under   Tongue and belly scaring the snakes there too   But I can't go back - the dog won't go back   He won't run the path to his master's home   'Til he climbs that bank over yonder         Well, the fish gonna make it home in a couple of days   The birds gonna make it home before his grip turns dry         Everybody's moving but me   Everybody's moving but me   I'm gonna make it home piece by piece   I'm gonna make it home piece by piece         There goes my arms *make it home*   There goes my legs *make it home*   There goes my leadbelly         I'm a rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool   Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool   Rock on my belly   Rock on my belly   Rock on my belly   Rock on my belly   Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool