LYRICS
If this ain’t is, I don’t know what is
Cotton-pickin’ time we mind our biz
The fruit rusted on the vine
The root rotted… less than fine
The fountain of youth don’t know to flow
Wonderin’ where all the water did go
The fruit rusted on the vine
The root rotted… less than fine
Not enough is and too much was
Was the problem puzzling us
The fruit rusted on the vine
The root rotted… less than fine
The question of when does depend
When we all end The End
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental / Alternative Rock
Chords: E A B7 E / Em7 Em E E7
Recording: live digital 1-track stereo
Vocals, Guitar
From the album The Bleeding Edge
by Daniel Brouse