Farther Along
Album - 17 novembre 1971 - Debaser id 169136

Written by Roger McGuinn

Happiness hit me on the first day that we met
She was sitting in my kitchen with a face I can't forget
She was looking my direction and calling with her eyes
I was trying to do an interview and telling them all lies
Last year in the summer with a tiffany lamp over her head

They were asking what I thought about the 50's rock n roll
Then they got into their limousine and fell into a hole
I moved into the kitchen and I quickly fell in love
The warden came along and asked me what I was thinking of
Last year in the summer with a tiffany lamp over her head

Well I grabbed her by the hand and with a few things I could
The warden said "You're leaving, well, you better leave for good!"
I made it to Tasmania to buy a devil dog
We were met by a young handsome prince, who turned into a frog
Last year in the summer with a tiffany lamp over her head

Now we're living out in Malibu the ocean by our side
Laying in the sunshine drifting with the tide
But happiness had hit me on the first day that we met
She was sitting in my kitchen with a face I can't forget
Last year in the summer with a tiffany lamp over her head
Over her head

Tempted and tried we're oft' made to wonder
Why it should be thus all the day long
While there are others living about us
Never molested, though in the wrong

Farther along we'll know more about it
Farther along we'll understand why
Cheer up my brother live in the sunshine
We'll understand it all by and by

When death has come and taken our loved ones
Leaving our home so lonely and drear
Then do we wonder how others prosper
Living so wicked year after year

Farther along we'll know more about it
Farther along we'll understand why
Cheer up my brother live in the sunshine
We'll understand it all by and by

Written by Larry Murray

Back when Cattle Creek used to sing
it's waters were sweet and its banks were green
and sunny days, went on forever
Me and old Bugler, we'd run wild
bluetick hound and the redneck child
we thought we were, birds of a feather

Ah the fish would bite, my how they'd bite
we'd catch them possoms in the pail moonlight
for ma, just to please her
Bugler's voice like Gabriel's horn
up in the cypress, all down through the corn
golden sounds, yes to treasure

CHORUS
Bugler, Bugler, bless your hide
Jesus gonna take you for a chariot ride
Say Goodbye, Say Goodbye

One day Ma she brought the news
She said, honey young Bugler's done paid his dues
he's been hit down, yes on that highway
Dry your eyes and stand up straight
Bugler's got a place at the pearly gates
Say goodbye sugar, Oh say goodbye

REPEAT CHORUS

Written by Skip Battin and Kim Fowley

One of America's great national pastimes
Is drinking a Coke
Taking a smoke
Telling a joke
One of America's great national pastimes
Is playing ball
Taking it all
And thinking so small

But the great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired
The weary and the sore
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired
The weary and the sore

One of America's great national pastimes
Is chocolate fudge
Carrying a grudge
Bribing a judge
One of America's great national pastimes
Is poisoning rain
Acting insane
Inflicting pain

But the great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired
The weary and the sore
The great taste of Coke has refreshed players The hot and tired
The weary and the..

One of America's great national pastimes
Is the worship of speed
Planting her seeds
Taking more than she needs
One of America's great national pastime
Is cutting the grass
Grabbing some ass
Living too fast

But the great taste of coke has refreshed players The hot and tired
The weary and the sore
The great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired
The weary and the sore