Buries us all in its broken back
And although he's getting old
'Cause death won't even be still, caroms over the landfill
Roll your trucks in at dawn
She held onto my arm
Come on, do what you did, roll me under New Madrid
Shake my baby and please bring her back
She walked with me to the fountain
Shake my baby and please bring her back
And we've all been told
And hold onto my arm
She's the one think I love
All my daydreams are disasters
Mr. Browning has a prediction
Rivers burn then run backwards
They woke me up at dawn
Songwriter: Jeffrey Scott Tweedy
Walk with me to the fountain
So come on back from New York City
For her, that's enough
They all come from New York City
Come on, do what you did, roll me under New Madrid
There's a man of conviction
Buries us all in its broken back
'Cause death won't even be still, caroms over the landfill
Publishers: VER MUSIC, WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP, WORDS AMPERSAND MUSIC