Fair to Midland Pour The Coal To 'er Lyrics Fair To Midland lyrics

He headed out to rub elbows with oysters today,
It takes a special kind of sap, to make the birds fall in your lap,
Ohh, he saw it coming, from miles away.
And it's all to plain to see, we are a swarm of busy bees in flight.

Riddle me this! What can you find?
That always chokes on the bitter end(??)
Riddle me this! In your hind sight,
While you write a word, in a book. (??)

He headed out with the white flag, with axes to grind.
It takes a special kind of sap to decide he's giving up.
Ohh lord, i tried to show you, you're miles away.
Where it's crystal clear, because the fog is living here for now.


Riddle me this! What can you find?
That always chokes on the bitter end.
Riddle me this! In your hind sight,
While you ride the white elephant.

We'd love to live in days way back when
Wondering what could have been.
If we had a time machine, a cure for cold feet.
We might not play these waiting games.