Critterland Willi Carlisle
"Critterland" by Willi Carlisle, released in 2021, is a folk song that explores themes of nature, nostalgia, and the simplicity of rural life. The lyrics depict a whimsical world filled with animals and vibrant imagery, reflecting a longing for connection to the earth. Unique elements include storytelling and vivid metaphors. #Folk
[Verse 1]
I coulda been a businessman, I was too hot-headed
Plus I never had the money, plus I kinda got arrested
But my sweet old folks thought I'd make a pretty decent one of those
And I still live the kind of life where people judge on your clothes
Now, It's forty miles of backroad on all-terrain tires
That little blue hymnal sittin' open all the while
Singin' songs to a god I have met but do not know
Makin' wagers on the critters that we see crossing the road
[Chorus]
Yeah, the sparrow on the wing taught mе to find you
And the opossum knows his own mind more than I do
I'm herе for all the love that I can stand
Take me to Critterland
[Verse 2]
In the decade of our lovin', we've grown to not-so-young
I've come to know the seasons by the lashing of your tongue
But the propane gently sputters, there's spring water in our tap
Oh, why can't we feel the peace of this sweet dog upon our laps
Oh, the granny witch and herbalist have remedies for us
It's a tincture and a prayer poured down the holler of our guts
On the homestead in the pine beds, we've grown our holy power
Laying bare like critters there hour by lovin' hour
I coulda been a businessman, I was too hot-headed
Plus I never had the money, plus I kinda got arrested
But my sweet old folks thought I'd make a pretty decent one of those
And I still live the kind of life where people judge on your clothes
Now, It's forty miles of backroad on all-terrain tires
That little blue hymnal sittin' open all the while
Singin' songs to a god I have met but do not know
Makin' wagers on the critters that we see crossing the road
[Chorus]
Yeah, the sparrow on the wing taught mе to find you
And the opossum knows his own mind more than I do
I'm herе for all the love that I can stand
Take me to Critterland
[Verse 2]
In the decade of our lovin', we've grown to not-so-young
I've come to know the seasons by the lashing of your tongue
But the propane gently sputters, there's spring water in our tap
Oh, why can't we feel the peace of this sweet dog upon our laps
Oh, the granny witch and herbalist have remedies for us
It's a tincture and a prayer poured down the holler of our guts
On the homestead in the pine beds, we've grown our holy power
Laying bare like critters there hour by lovin' hour
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