End-in-Tow Lyrics - The Walkabouts

End-in-Tow
Storm it shook ya downFrom the burial groundThere was mud on your faceBarely lost and barely foundAnd the shrunken heads around your neckJust replicas of thoughtsWhose day had finally comeYou drag it fastYou can drag it slowBut don't drag it this wayEnd-in-towWalked beneath the river bridgeAnd grabbed the ol' rope swingSaid "Out thereYou'll see the bottomAnd it swallows while it singsAnd the only gold you'll find there
Are caps on these two feet."Dead dogs float on byYou drag it fastYou can drag it slowBut don't drag it this wayEnd-in-towBetter graves than ditches
On this we will agree
There is good earth on the west bankGood nails and rope and pineYou can picnic at the Cataract
Or paddle to the shoreBut you'll join the diggin' party
Just like you did before.You drag it fastYou can drag it slowBut don't drag it this wayEnd-in-towEnd-in-towEnd-in-tow