Songtext von Pour The Coal To 'Er

He headed out to rub elbows with oysters today What a special little sap to think the pearls fall in your lap Oh lord, he saw it coming, from miles away From where it's plain to see because we have a window seat And we swore At the top of our lungs Riddle me this What can you find That always chews on the bitter end? Riddle me this In your hindsight While you ride a white elephant He headed out with a white flag and axes to grind What a special little schmuck to decide he's getting up Oh lord, I tried to show you, you're miles away From where it's crystal clear, because the fog is living here for now Riddle me this What can you find That always chews on the bitter end? Riddle me this In your hindsight While you ride a white elephant We love to live in days way back when Wondering what could have been If we had a time machine, a cure for cold feet We might not play these waiting games Riddle me this What can you find? That always chews on the bitter end Riddle me this In your hindsight While you ride a white