Roscoe (acoustic) Lyrics

Stone cutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered timber
Piled high
In which to take along.
Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here.When they got here, all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started
And now when the rain comes
We can be thankfulOh ah oh
When the mountaineers
Saw that everything fit,
They were glad and so they took offThought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay withThe village used to be all one really needs
That's filled with hundreds and hundreds of
Chemicals that mostly surround you

You wish to flee but it's not like you
So listen to me, listen to meOh, and when the morning comes,
We will step outside
We will not find another man inside
We like the newness, the newness of all
That has grown in our garden soaking for so longWhenever I was a child I wondered what if my name
Had changed into something more productive like Roscoe
Been born in 1891
Waiting with my Aunt RosalineThought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with1891
They looked around the forest
They made their house from cedars
They made their house from stonesOh, they're a little like you, and
They're a little like me
When they're falling meThought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
(This place)
(This place)When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
(When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with)
Songwriters
ERIC NICHELSON, ERIC PULIDO, MCKENZIE SMITH, PAUL ALEXANDER, TIM SMITHPublished by
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