Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flat Stuff , by - Greg Brown. Song from the album One Night, in the genre Release date: 17.05.1999
Record label: Red House
Song language: English
Flat Stuff |
| Sundown like a showtune |
| Trumpets play full blast |
| To create a great impression |
| Ah, but it doesn’t seem to last |
| Flat stuff, flat stuff |
| Way out to the way out to the setting sun |
| The muskrat and the bullfrog |
| The rabbit and the skunk |
| Old barns full of blue sky |
| Backyards full of junk |
| Flat stuff, flat stuff |
| Way out to the way out to the setting sun |
| You can’t find no river |
| That ain’t low and brown |
| It’s full of sixteen catfish |
| Who just lay there farting aroun' |
| Flat stuff, flat stuff |
| Way out to the way out to the setting sun |
| Pete hollers to Ruthie |
| «Open me a beer |
| When you get it open |
| Bring it over here.» |
| Flat stuff, flat stuff |
| Way out to the way out to the setting sun |
| The sun looks like a cookie |
| That didn’t come out right |
| Ah, the moon looks like a cookie |
| And someone stole a bite |
| Flat stuff, flat stuff |
| Way out to the way out to the setting sun |
| When them old boys come through |
| Sometimes I think it would have been best |
| If they’d said, «Jesus, it’s too flat here» |
| And just kept going West |
| Out of the flat stuff, flat stuff |
| Way out to the setting sun |