Lyrics Great Tide - Phil Cook

All your longing
All your pain
All your endings are gonna figure out the same
Board your windows, lock your doors
Shit's about to hit the fan so you better hit the floor
Tie those gooses, place your beds
Ain't no way you're ever gonna settle all your debts
Rolling thunder, oh, burning hay
[?] Dixie [?] but you've fallen down the well

Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah
Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah

Nothing's sacred, nothing's [?]
Get your ass on the morning train or get the hell out the way
Ain't no way you'll ever get ready for the sound
Drinking out of that Dixie cup when it all goes down

Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah
Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah

It's gonna be a great tide
Run on down to the hole
It's gonna be a great tide
It's gonna be a great tide
Run on down to the hole
It's gonna be a great tide
It's gonna be a great tide
Run on down to the hole
It's gonna be a great tide

All your longing
All your pain
All your endings are gonna figure out the same

Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah
Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah