Tangie and Ray
Left Columbia, Maryland
To go rolling with the rubber tramps
And see the last few mountain men.
In the back of a truck
With the bags of sugar and the guns
Over the bumpy USFS roads
With all the other fledgelings falling from the limbs
Who are never going home.
Tangie and Ray
They got hair down to their knees
And Tangie rides a bighorn ram
And Ray can talk to trees.
Now they're one with the dirt
With the mouldering bones and litter leaves.
Down in the dirt
Under the cloudy sky and unbroken canopy.
They're never going home
Never going home
Down in the dirt with the spineless animals and seeds
They live down in the dirt
Under the cloudy sky and unbroken canopy
And never going home.
Down in the dirt with the spineless animals and seeds
They live down in the dirt
Under the cloudy sky and unbroken canopy
They're never going home...