I wanna live where The land can kill ya You know that I’ll die If I don’t get there soon Give my regards There’s nothing left here Forward my mail To Beanie Pathoon
Willamette dammit You rolling river Drown all my sorrows I’ll borrow a comb Give my regards To one who’s left here Tell all the boys that I’m coming back home
There’s a house on the hill And a dog in the meadow And the chickens got Loose in the garden again And the fires burn hotter As the autumn gets colder And there ain’t enough water Despite all the rain
I wanna live Where the land can kill ya You know that I’ll die If I don’t get there soon Give my regards There’s nothing left here Forward my mail To Beanie Pathoon
Yeah Give my regards There’s nothing left here And tell all the boys I’m comin I’m comin back home