Vic Chesnutt Everything I Say
The barn fell down
Since i saw it last
It's rubble now
Well so much for the past
Everything that i say
Does me this'a way
Everything,
Every little thing i say
Does me this'a way
Some call her a thief
And some people call her a prophet
But her courage is brief
Brief as little, little miss muffet
Everything that i say
Does me this'a way
Everything,
Every little thing i say
Does me this'a way
She wanted to
Be an inventor
But nothing new
Was all she could muster