Somewhere far away where I roam
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There live my buffalo twin in our twin buffalo home sweet home
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He takes good care of my native son
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And he calls me by my native name
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And he, he even lets us drink spring water on Sundays 2.99, 2.99 a gallon
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2.99, 2.99 a gallon
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And somewhere further down the road where I also roam
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There lives my caterpillar cousin beneath a fancy engraved tomb head stone
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In the middle of his southern town
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Beneath a cemetery burial plot
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And he, he don't pay rent no more, no more
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But he sure likes the spot, sure likes the spot
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Oh he sure likes the spot, sure likes the spot
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He sure likes the spot, sure likes the spot
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But in the furthest place I've ever known
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Where even I so rarely roam
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There lives a boy who just come back from war
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His flesh was wounded but he made it back home
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His mother calls him by his given name
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And the neighbors whisper how he prefers to be alone
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And he gets, he gets nightmares about boys dripping blood sold for 2.99, 2.99 a gallon
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C'mon just 2.99 a gallon
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Pay up y'all 2.99 a gallon
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But when I get me all real tired
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And I got no more strength to roam
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I catch me a horse driven carriage ride
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From a local man named Ethan Frome
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He don't say much as he tips his hat
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And he carries his body as heavy as lead
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And he could have been so flying through the snow on his sled
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But the wife was in bed and the horses had to be fed
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Besides it's 2.99, 2.99 a story
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C'mon it's just 2.99, 2.99 a story
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Pay up y'all, it's 2.99, 2.99 a story
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C'mon it's 2.99, 2.99 a story
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C'mon y'all, it's 2.99, 2.99...
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Oh 2.99 a story
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Pay up y'all, it's 2.99, 2.99 a story
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Pay up y'all, it's just 2.99, 2.99 a story
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Oh my, it's just 2.99, 2.99 a gallon
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2.99 Cent Blues
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| Regina Spektor |
