Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread

It's a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too,
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
For wichita in a pile of fruit.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle.
Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it.
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells.
Take me down to california, baby
Take me down to california, baby
Take me down to california, baby

Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread

• Ain't No More Cane
• Apple Suckling Tree
• Bessie Smith
• Clothes Line
• Don't Ya Tell Henry
• Down in The Flood
• Goin' to Acapulco
• Katie's Been Gone
• Lo & Behold!
• Long-distance Operator
• Million Dollar Bash
• Nothing Was Delivered
• Odds & Ends
• Open The Door, Homer
• Orange Juice Blues
• Ruben Remus
• Tears of Rage
• This Wheel's on Fire
• Tiny Montgomery
• Too Much of Nothing
• Yazoo Street Scandal
• Yea! Heavy & a Bottle of Bread
• You Ain't Goin' Nowhere