Jeboticabal

Growing up in the town of Jeboticabal
You don’t get to relax for too long
‘Cause sooner or later
Someone’s gonna say Jeboticabal

The sky grows orange behind the chimneys of Jeboticabal
Smoky trails become a haze
Which hangs upon the sleepy, sleepy town of Jeboticabal

Oh, it’s hard to be a poet in Jeboticabal
Try to write a lyrical song about your hometown
Inevitably, you have to use the word Jeboticabal

Jeboticabal

Oh, I grew up in a place
Where the clouds sit on the mountains
And the river flows like it always has in…
Jeboticabal

And a lone Indian sits on a porch
And shifts in his soft woollen blanket
And you’re not sure if you heard a coyote
In the distance in Jeboticabal

Oh, Jeboticabal
In spite of the monginess of your name
I still love you
And though you’re the goofiest
And most fruity-sounding place in my heart
You’ll always be there
(Whispers) Jeboticabal…