Matt Costa - Sweet Thursday lyrics

rate me

I'm waiting in the pines

I'm waiting in the forest

Pilon at my side

The treasure lies before us

And so we started walking

We knew they couldn't harm us

And how the wind is crying

When misty morning dawn breaks

We'll walk back to the flats

With gallons in our hands

We're walking in the fields

We're working on the farms

We do just like our fathers

How can they take that from us?

And so we started driving

We had no choice to leave this

The bowl was left behind us

For Hooverville's before us

Three hundred thousand

Bodies who can't rest

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey

Up to Monterey

So I started driving

And left my home behind me

The row there kept reminding

Of pages in your writing

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey

Up to Monterey