Country Soul Of Cellophane Fiddles

put that cigarette in the cellophane
blow rings and rings
hidden inside from the rain
and laughing, we can kill all of the pain

say hello to the avalanche
that's coming down this way
breaking all but one tree branch
it's here for us today

johnny cash on the phonograph
a ringing in my ears
maybe he's never coming back
it's been five thousand years

old country buttermilk floats through the sky
mingling with cigar smoke
and raspy voices we could never tame

acoustic guitars flow into harmonicas
fiddles and banjos
all instruments, one in the same
all musical epiphanies, it's all just a game

sawdust and ashtrays
litter the depths of my soul
the marlboro man of days gone by
into the sunset
it's enough to make a girl cry, cry, cry