Looking for the Jackalope (236 Mix) Lyrics

The country's breathing a sigh of stars
A bitch's baby from a buzzard's egg
American fortune seekers
West coast gold diggers, southern forgetters
There's something wrongI'm panning for hope in a junk sick river
Trying to find the other two bits on my dollar
Down fault lines and phone lines
On every breath of every dawn
There's something wrongThe Prairie's bearing the vulture's child
The whippoorwill sails on a lonesome call
From the twilight to the horizon
There's something wrongI'm looking for the jackalope in a burnt out car
In the dirt behind the daydream
Through a window painted on a blackened building
There's something wrong
Songwriters
GUY FIXSEN, MARGARET FIEDLERPublished by

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