Lyrics

Chilmark farm bullion, deep pockets in your coat of arms, old money hidden under antiques giddy up buttercup, coffee in a paper cup, the sun is coming up in the east
mama told you not to take those pretty eyes of yours, and spill ‘em all down your cheeks but the best laid plans, they’re drawn in the sand, and the tide’s coming up the beach
Bloodshot gum drops, I can see savannahs in your eyes
Jim Beam day dream, take me from the days I’m trying to leave behind
We went down to the harbor, and picked out the boat I’d steal for you
and we’d sail down to Roanoke, and you’d turn twenty-two
but rock n’ roll is ransom, and the transom’s rusted through
and the best laid plans, they’ll go to hell in your hands, babe I really thought you knew
Bloodshot gum drops, I can see savannahs in your eyes
Jim Beam day dream, take me from the days I’m trying to leave behind
I thought I’d catch you walking, under awnings in the rain
with all the long-forgotten mantras, that I knew I’d never say
cause I got old, and I got scared, and I sold most of my days
the best laid plans, they’ll take the skin from a man, if he tries to walk away
Bloodshot gum drops, I can see savannahs in your eyes