Van Dyke Parks The All Golden Lyrics Van Dyke Parks lyrics

He is not your run of the mill garden variety Alabama country faire.
Left on Silver Lake he keeps a small apartment top an Oriental food store there.
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see.

Off the record he is hungry though he works hard in his Alabama country fair.
I should think he'd fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air.
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see.

Constant commentary by the wayside.
Nowadays them country boys don't cotton much to one two three four.
Rest your team. Work out in the All Golden!

You will know why hayseeds go back to the country.

Constant calm might still our stately union. Nowadays a Yankee dread not take his time to wend to sea.
Forget to bear your arms in the All Golden.
You will know why hayseeds go back to the country. Might as well not 'low for one more go round. That's all folks.
Them hayseeds go back to the country.
Ja git it? Alright.