Vic Chesnutt Onion Soup Lyrics

thin and unshaved, drunk and mysteriousooh, I must say lifestyle is curiouswith a little touch of the sniffles and filthy socksgnawed, crumbled fingernails never doing tomahawk chops
a flaky head dandruff is distinguishedlacquer is red vain is the varnishwhat is at the root of this, she'll say, whatcha got
what participle do you possess
she'll say, which I have not

one blustery day we rode out to the meadowlandswe saw and were amazed then hauled it back into town againMississippi is a mess sometimes and not only when it rainshow come you went back to that malaria island'cause our friendship is strained
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those were the days when you were so cosmopolitanthese are the days, my letters they're so maudlinI wrote you an eloquent postcard onceabout this most exquisite onion soupbut of course I never mailed though'cause it was your turn in the loop

those were the days when you were so cosmopolitan
these are the days, my letters they're increasingly maudlin