All my daydreams are disasters
She’s the one think I love
Rivers burn then run backwards
For her, that’s enough
They all come from New York City
They woke me up at dawn
She walked with me to the fountain
She held onto my arm
Come on, do what you did, roll me under New Madrid
Shake my baby and please bring her back
Cause death won’t even be still, caroms over the landfill
Buries us all in its broken back
There’s a man of conviction
And although he’s getting old
Mr. Browning has a prediction
And we’ve all been told
So come on back from New York City
Roll your trucks in at dawn
Walk with me to the fountain
And hold onto my arm
Come on, do what you did, roll me under New Madrid
Shake my baby and please bring her back
Cause death won’t even be still, caroms over the landfill
Buries us all in its broken back
My dad and I used to listen to this song during fishing trips in Eastern Washingron. Ate a lot of trout and chili listening to Uncle Tupelo. Good times.
I am a huge Wilco fan and this shit is awesome sounds like the A.M. period songs but the Tweedy songs are SOOO much better than the Jay Farrar songs its not even close, if you have taste that is.