Man Hole Covered Wagon - Shawn Phillips

In a street of many colors

Dripping rain and running water

Galli said to Mr. Troster

Have you found your seven sons

Yes I have for that conclusion

He was suffering from delusion

From an honorable institution

And he came very close to losing

And I know the one that’s choosing

Any name you’ve been perusing

And he walked down in the gardens

Said to prosper

And you take his hand when he starts crying

'Cause he’s lost his band from too much flying

In his manhole covered wagon in the morning yeah

So now Fanny is resting easy

On a crocheted quilt in town

Making love to Johnny Colter

In his home outside the sound

And they’re thinking of creation

With their gathering elation

So to populate the nation

With a thought to emancipation

And a silent exclamation

With its current constipation

And its dead-set against malasian

Kind of thinking

Then he spoke to all his children

Said we’re building up the brawl

Just you keep your fists from flying

In its holographic cause

And bring your love and guitars

While we sit and count the stars

And talk about faith among us

Without visiting any bars

Mr. Troster replies to Galli

Among the bright and heavy cars

And the truth about life among us

That it’s trying very hard