Lyrics Suppertime - Porter Wagoner
An
embarrassment
of
riches
Up
ahead
between
the
ditches
Steady
on
Pails
of
blue
grass
beads
and
baubles
In
the
toilets
of
the
supermodels
Steady
on
Watch
what
you
wish
for
As
someone
else
pollutes
it
Some
see
the
rarest
bird
And
hunt
it
down
and
shoot
it
Let
me
lose
so
beautifully
Let
me
lick
the
dew
from
the
money
tree
Have
the
moms
of
world
all
care
about
me
At
suppertime
The
road
to
wreckage
stretches
west
From
survival
to
excess
And
beyond
From
magic
beans
and
golden
eggs
To
swollen
livers
and
tired
legs
Trammel
on
The
breakfast
of
failures
Is
an
unexacting
list
Subtract
oppurtunity
You
can
mix
it
up
with
your
fists
Let
me
lose
so
beautifully
Let
me
lick
the
dew
from
the
money
tree
Have
the
moms
of
world
all
care
about
me
At
suppertime
Let
me
feel
what
it's
like
to
have
it
Let
me
battle
all
of
your
rich
man's
habits
Let
me
cry
down
the
front
of
a
smoking
jacket
After
suppertime
Let
me
stand
hypnotized
by
what
I'm
doing
Smell
the
orchids
by
the
road
to
ruin
When
the
heirs
are
asleep
and
we
think
about
screwing
After
suppertime
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