The Lowest Pair Songtext
von John Hartford

Much further off than inevitable
Halloween′s they game
Sky King is come, and Wilma's done
Uncertain, as it is uneven
Give us this day hors d′oeuvres in bed
As we forgive those who have dressed up against us And need us not enter inflation
But a liver, onions, and tomatoes
For wine on a shingle, and a mower
And a story for your father
All right