Well Lollie cussed up his mama

When she said "you can′t move to France"

He went ahead and got mean on a vending machineBut he still got them M&Ms

So he traipsed it on down to New Orleans

And boxed a big boy in the jaw

High-stepped out and outran the crowd

And got to bragging down at the bar

Green, Green Sky

This time your trouble is a half-mile wide

Green, Green Sky

Hold your breath and it might blow by

Now he's a double-clutching weasel a-grinding up

All his gears on the Lost Highway

With his wife at home a-pounding out the biscuits

For the babies praying lord they make it one more day

But he moonlights wagging one finger,

Gripping his pistol with the other four

Saying "Lady throw the bag down, whatchu doing downtown,

Ain′t you never seen a movie before?"

Green, Green Sky

This time your trouble is a half-mile wide

Green, Green Sky

Hold your breath and it might blow by

C'est la vie he made his run for mayor,

That little town down the river

Where nobody sees what you get for free

Or whose hands are feeling down in your jeans

Got his cabinet cocking buck-shot, keep your bead on your enemy

But the tit-for-tat teaspoon's stirring round the night moon,

Naw that ain′t no summer breeze

I heard he got himself a new girl,

Wrapping up the whole world around the high heel of her shoe

But the gravy in the gravity is gonna have a field day

Cashing in the Golden Rule

If you can′t get your way, hey babe what's the use,

Blow your fuse and you can take control

Go on ahead and send a rocket through the mailroom, man,

You just ask forgiveness in the hole

Green, Green Sky this

Time your trouble is a half-mile wide

Green, Green Sky

Hold your breath and it might blow by

Green, Green Sky this

Time your trouble is a half-mile wide

Green, Green Sky

Hold your breath and it might blow by