Soon they'll all be hunting for feed
Rifles exposing tongue and cheek
I saw a fox crossing the street
The fox was just ahead of the curve
Birds
Don't fly south
Don't fly north
Don't fly south
Jesus walks on aching feet
Ain't no palm leaves in this heat
Soon I'll be walking to Michigan
Jesus was jest ahead of the curve
Trains
Won't head north
Won't head south
Won't head north
Soon I'll be departing for endless lakes
On my way I'll meet a thousand mistakes
We'll be singing through every state
Me, my guitar, and my lamb are ahead of the curve
Birds
Don't fly east
Don't fly west
Don't fly east
Birds
They go underground
They go underground
They go underground
Trains
Go underground
Go underground
Go underground