Lyrics:

Here come the mountain, here come the hill
Here come the valley and the shoreline still
I know 'em well, know well
Mongrel on the hard sell
With a Fortrel polyester inkwell
Lord, but I, I can't leave, oh, with the blues

Through empty day and endless night
Spurned my creator, screamed for my right
Child of green candles in the wishin' well
Mongrel on the hard sell
With a Fortrel polyester inkwell
Lord, but I, I won't leave you, oh, with the blues, no
Tell me


Come down the price, darlin' (Wah-doo-day)
I'll buy you out (Wah-doo-day)
Gonna make you shake it (Wah-doo-day)
Lord, gonna make you shout (Wah-doo-day)
Gonna burn you (Wah-doo-day)
Make you swell (Wah-doo-day)
Mongrel (Wah-doo-day)
Hard sell (Wah-doo-day)
With a Fortrel polyester inkwell
Oh, but I, I won't leave you with the blues, no (Wah-doo-day)
Oh, yeah (Wah-doo-day)

Yeah
Yeah
Ow
Oh
Please
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Ow
Oh