The farmhouse was overtaken
By vines and The Snake
Hooked on fancy power
The acres seemed to ache

Pursued by floating rebels
They'd take us if they could
I thought the spell of country living
Would do my spirits good

Emily Dickinson
Won't you
Lay your hand out low
Staring out the window pane
There's so much more to know
Emily Dickinson
Up on the down in Victoria black
Let's watch the white clouds run
With the cool grass on our backs

The dormouse was mistaken
There was no cord or veil
The attic and the cellar
Were but jaws of a bear
The hunter was the quarry
All tangled in the wood
I thought the spell of country living
Would do my spirits good

Emily Dickinson
Won't you
Lay your hand out low
Staring out the window pane
There's so much more to know
Emily Dickinson
Up on the down in Victoria black
Let's watch the white clouds run
With the cool grass on our backs

Disembodied gentry
Gathered round my door
Your electrical habits
Aren't welcome here anymore

That day I left
With a locket and glove
Keepsakes lest I forget
A woman by the name of

Emily Dickinson
Won't you
Lay your hand out low
Staring out the window pane
There's so much more to know
Emily Dickinson
Up on the down in Victoria black
Let's watch the white clouds run
With the cool grass on our backs

Emily Dickinson
Trade your linen for a rose
Born to the valley where
The wild ganja grows
Emily Dickinson
Won't you
Lay a hand down low
Staring out the window pane
There's so much more to know

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Writer(s): Dan Maines, Jean-Paul Gaster, Neil Fallon, Richard Sult