Lyrics

It's anybody's guess out in the campground
The Banana Man's got a new dance
By the drum circle there's a drunk circle
They say play something we can sing, but they can't
They talked this one guy into American Pie
Then Me and Bobby McGee, the poor kid
When they sang you can check out anytime you like
We took a hint, and we did

We followed the call of a doghouse bass
The promise of new songs and sounds
And stumbled upon a cluster-folk
A bunch of folk buddies, just folkin' around
They had concertinas and autoharps
Singing hey, ho, blow the man down
And it won't be long 'til She'll Be Comin' 'Round
The Mountain When She Comes comes around

Will the Circle Be Unbroken has broken up a few
And if I hear I'll Fly Away again, that's just what I might do
Somebody says, "Yo! Play something we know"
And the lonely hearts whisper, play something blue
And that guy with a djembe, just a campfire away
He wanna jam it with you

Some songs just need puttin' out to pasture
Hang up the jersey in the rafters
They served 'til it hurt, they were well overworked
They earned their sweet hereafter
I wish Sally's Mustang was impounded
And the Wagon Wheel rolled off eternally
I won't be redeemed by Redemption Song
And please don't put The Weight right on me

I realize it's a matter of perspective
But a guy's gotta draw a line somewhere
Then again I read some scientist said
Every possible universe is already there
So when that fella started singing Oasis
And up 'til then I hadn't took him for a fool
Rather than be ungracious
I believe in an alternate universe in which that's cool