Pennsylvania Dutch Treat The Mountain Goats

Brought in the old furnishings from Muscle Shoals
Up here they burn a lot of brown coal
And the cars all run on diesel fuel
The wind comes in from hills to the east
Blowing thirty miles an hour at least
And the clear blue horizon is smooth and cool
And the house is like a relic of days gone by
And it's kinda hard to take, but I try

I've got a deep need to communicate
I want so badly to set things straight
But I can't seem to concentrate
Deep in the heart of the Quaker state

I had the bed sent in from the west coast
Watched the moving men carry in thе old ghosts
And the purple-ink sky swellеd up like a pregnant woman
Saw the lights go up in town
On the back porch it began to cool down
But in here, in here, in here it was hotter than an oven
And the way my blood began to froth and foam
Made it feel just like home

I've got a deep need to communicate
I want so badly to set things straight
But something tells me it's way too late
Deep in the heart of the Quaker state