The Greener Grass Shuffle

from Rocking in a Weary Land by Fog Holler

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The Greener Grass Shuffle
Lyrics by Tommy Schulz

Sign of our times
I ain’t feeling fine
Everything I’m doing is a-heavy on my mind
Sugar in my coffee, sugar in my tea
Sugar in the dealin’ when the shipping is free

Every little thing is just taking its toll
Feeling when I’m slipping that I’m losing my soul
I’m anxious in the market and I couldn’t say why
Cut me open, cut me open I’m a-full of butterflies

Some folks don’t try so they don’t feel
They may be wasting time reinventing the wheel
Some folks take time so they can see
Everything I’m doing sold back to me

Some folks get one, some folks get two
Some folks a-get a-nothing what the hell should we do?
Got a little secret but it’s hard to tell right
Something ‘bout awakening to, not running from the fight

But I’ve got baggage and I cant reel
And I’ve got a lot of demons here a-nipping at my heels
I tried to talk to god, but She didn't talk back
She showed me where the sun was shining through the cracks
That's all good, it's about time, there's a lot of funny people trying to feed me a line
So that I’ll stay inside, won’t go out to play, till I can't tell if its burning or a cloudy day

Take my friend, independent kind of guy
Moving from the city for to live a little life
Got a little garden just to grow a little food
Keeps him out of trouble just to do a little good.
Says the city is big but its bigger out here
I won't breathe gasoline just to keep me in gear
Now only go to town to get what I can't grow
Burning firewood to be living in the snow

Said a fella came by with a badge in his eye
Saying he’d be spraying killing critters that night.
I ain’t your boss, but I'm here to say
Don't go out a-wanderin’ for a couple of days

The old farm on the rise grows a whole lot of food
And I gotta keep it working just like it should.
Critters gotta eat but we gotta eat too,
And I’m ordered “kill them all” just to see that we do.

I aint no preacher but it seems to me
You can't just run away to where the grass is green
This tired old western where the bullets fly
Is keeping me from going to bed without a tear in my eye

I just know it, there's got to be a way
To keep a-”momma blue” without a power display
I’m living on death but I’ve yet to die.
Cut me open, cut me open I’m a-full of butterflies

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from Rocking in a Weary Land, released July 20, 2021
Casey Holmberg - Banjo/Vocals
Tommy Schulz - Guitar/Vocals
Noa - Bass Fiddle

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Fog Holler Portland, Oregon

Inspired by a range of influences from The Stanley Brothers to Buck Owens to Meshuggah, Fog Holler is a bluegrass band with an edge. Described by 2-time Grammy Award Winner Cathy Fink as “The next generation of the many shades of grass”, Fog Holler’s captivating tunes and coordinated outfits are quickly enthralling longtime bluegrass fans and newcomers alike. ... more

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