Verse
The Bugling of the Bulls
Jeremy Hurtt•
standin here filling up these holes with concrete
Verse 1
The river ain't been much for runninSince the flood took out the bendsThe messes they just keep on cominAnd I been blessed at work againTo put on some sort of some kind of showYou knowIt keeps my pups well fedMighta took off down another road I sposeIf I'da known where this one led
Chorus
And all the way on up to Dogpatch comesThe buglin of the bullsDay and night from a place in timeThat now seems mythicalLike a mistThat never liftsWhile the pine box makes its pullI find my mind runnin the blufflinesLike the buglin of the bulls
Verse 2
My hand is attached to a windowTells me where, when and what to thinkAm I a man or am I a minnowDamn, you knowI'd say he's got the best of meIn this haze of days with no reliefWhile all he's gotta do is swimAnd I'm standin here filling up these holes with concreteForgettin I'm still in them
Chorus
And all the way on up to Dogpatch comesThe buglin of the bullsDay and night from a place in timeThat now seems mythicalLike a mistThat never liftsWhile the pine box makes its pullI find my mind runnin the blufflinesLike the buglin of the bulls
Bridge
So if you see me in the wind my friendMy eyes all glassed and dullKnow that I am in my mindI'm out on the blufflinesLike the buglin of the bulls
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