Tangie and Ray Fruit Bats

Tangie and Ray left Columbia, Maryland
To go rolling with the rubber tramps
And see the last few mountain men

In the back of a truck
With the bags of sugar and the guns
Over the bumpy USFS roads
With all the other fledgelings falling from the limbs
Who are never going home

Tangie and Ray, they got hair down to their knees
And Tangie rides a bighorn ram
And Ray can talk to trees

Now they're one with the dirt
With the mouldering bones and litter leaves
Down in the dirt
Under the cloudy sky and unbroken canopy

They're never going home
Never going home

Down in the dirt with the spineless animals and seeds
They live down in the dirt
Under the cloudy sky and unbroken canopy
And never going home