Lyrics:

Way back down the river road
Where the squitos breed.
A redhawk rides the high wind,
High above the trees.
Lazy Dog sleeps the day away, lougin in the shaaade.

No other place I rather be,
And there ain't no other pretty faces I'd rather see.
I down on my knees crying pretty please.

It's winter and the wind today is blowin' round my ears.
I been hangin' around for so long now, I'm the last leaf on the tree.
Hidin out in the headline's

Feels like I wadin in the weeds.
Searching the sky until my eyes begin to bleed.
I'm down on my knees cryin pretty please.