Long Chain Mud (tempo: incidental) © LaBonne '93
(solo front)

Springtime. Way up North. In the piney piney woods.
Sun comes out and that's good. Starts warmin' up slow and that's good.
But with the melting snow, and the ground still froze- about a foot down,
I got the 4X4 stuck in up past the doors. Gonna need a winch to clear it outa there.
(Can't say we weren't asking for it.) Long Chain MudSkiddin' pulp for the paper mill. Cross section barrelhead on the mountainside.
I think my first ear's gone blind. Tore my scab on a backhoe bucket.
(thumps)
Seems like the whole world's smeared with fuel oil & blood. And I'm sliding down.
Sliding down. Sliding down in the ice & the rain. Sliding down in the long-
B C G g. g. g b c- g. g. g b. f (repeat for solo)

Long Chain Mud (end solo) B C (out)
Long Chain Mud