The Big Oil Spill - Houndmouth

Road trips and rumble strips

Sweet Lorraine she’s got ruby red lips

She drives about in her Plymouth lord

She recently crashed her flatbed ford

Gil Scott-Heron and his brother the Baren

They flew down south with coke eyes glaring

And they spoke the words freedom lord

But their tongues were tied up and bleeding lord

And I find myself in a gold mine

Three feet beneath that county line

The oil it spilled and it blackened my face

And it tore out the heart of the human race

Young Dorothy Jean and her sewing machine

Breaking at the corners and breaking at the seams

Glitter and gold well she ain’t that old

She looks 33 but she’s 40 I’m told

And I find myself in a gold mine

Three feet beneath that county line

The oil it spilled and it blackened my face

And it tore out the heart of the human race

I find myself in a gold mine

Three feet beneath that county line

The oil it spilled and it blackened my face

And it tore out the heart of the human race

Road trips and rumble strips

Sweet Lorraine she’s got ruby red lips