Gillian Welch - April 14th, Part I lyrics

rate me

When the iceberg hit,

Oh they must have known,

God moves on the water

Like Casey Jones.

So I walked downtown

On my telephone,

And took a lazy turn

Through the redeye zone.

It was a five-band bill,

A two-dollar show.

I saw the van out in front

From Idaho,

And the girl passed out

In the backseat trash.

There were no way they'd make

Even a half a tank of gas.

They looked sick and stoned

And strangely dressed.

No one showed

From the local press.

But I watched them walk

Through the bottom land,

And I wished that I played

In a rock & roll band.

Hey, hey,

It was the fourteenth day of April.

Well they closed it down,

With the sails in rags.

And I swept up the fags

And the local mags.

I threw the plastic cups

In the plastic bags,

And the cooks cleaned the kitchen

With the staggers and the jags.

Ruination day,

And the sky was red.

I went back to work,

And back to bed.

And the iceberg broke,

And the Okies fled,

And the Great Emancipator

Took a bullet in the back of the head...