Letras
I said wouldn't it be nice
Could be a mountain paradise
We'll leave the sheets out in the rain
Listen to the lonesome train
Summer slowly turns to fall
Tomatoes ripe, we eat them all
Dangling vines around our shoes
They're hung from everything we do
I see people around us too
Windows roll down, the seven day sounds
On Doo-wop, too
Show the secrets of metal by accordion friends
Now we might just learn how to shred
The pictures made us change our view
We sleep on blankets in the living room
It's our work, we're so involved
Sorry if we turned the phone off if you called
Meet me at the back shack, baby
You'll bring your little ukulele
I'll take a reel, make it all right
Let's make a song on the 8-track tonight
Pack up the patch cords
Look back on the last one
In the beginning we made up rules
We thought we'd jam first thing every morning
But we let some go slip to the sides
Through the grate, letting our bodies inside
Now we'll head back home
Oh, September, where did you go?
Meet me at the back shack, baby
You'll bring your little ukulele
I'll take a reel, make it all right
Let's make a song on the 8-track tonight
Meet me at the back shack, baby
Meet me at the back shack, baby
Meet me at the back shack, baby
Meet me at the back shack, baby
Meet me at the back shack, baby
Meet me at the back shack, baby
Meet me at the back shack, baby
Meet me at the back shack, baby
Meet me at the back shack, baby
Meet me at the back shack, baby
Meet me at the back shack, baby