Harvest Day

Words and Music by Raccoon

as recorded on Road Kill

I don’t like no 'lectrics guitar

I like the way that my acoustic sound

I don’t charge six bucks a show the way they do uptown

I'm not here to mess with your head

I don’t wear no spandex, day-glow tights

All I need's a fast, free cold beer

And I’ll play this crap all night

My music may be dribble

But I got nothin' better to do

Than to sit here as long as I’m able

And sing these stupid songs for you

I don’t make much sense but I never really try

I like sittin' in the middle of my merry-go-round

Watchin' my world go by and by and by

If I’m walkin' by your front yard

I might think it’s pretty neat

You got plastic covers for all your trees

And your grass is all concrete

You paint it pretty colors

But you still wake up with fear

That the pretty colors might fade away

In a hundred thousand years

Old miss Mother Nature

She’s gonna heal her wounds so well

And I hope they don't pass through my land

As they pave their way to hell

And you can beat your mother

But you cannot kill her soul

The two of you are stuck together

She ain’t never gonna let you go

In the distant future

When your time has long since past

My spirit will be laughin'

As the farmer’s plow cuts across your ass

My friend the farmer

When he dies his work is done

Cuz every good old farmer

Was once a good farmer's son

Don’t fear the thunder

Let the lightning light your way

And the biggest farmer in the galaxy says

“It's almost Harvest Day”

The biggest farmer in the galaxy says

“It's almost Harvest Day”