Belly of the Sun

He was drunk as Cooter Brown Words fell from his tongue With a slurring silver sound He come this way from the other side of town He was drunk as Cooter Brown And his coat hung 'round his shoulders With a gangster's tone A stylish man no woman leaves

a stick, a stone it's the end of the road it's the rest of the stump it's a little alone it's a sliver of glass it is life, it's the sun it is night, it is death it's a trap, it's a gun the oak when it blooms a fox in the brush the knot of the wood t