Lyrics Big Huge Valley - Vic Chesnutt
                                                Well 
                                                the 
                                                big 
                                                huge 
                                                valley 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                ribbon 
                                                of 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                aqueducts 
                                                are 
                                                snakes 
                                                tonight
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                stars 
                                                are 
                                                homesteaders, 
                                                staking 
                                                claims
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                head 
                                                is 
                                                hopping 
                                                with 
                                                historical 
                                                names
 
                                    
                                
                                                Transfer 
                                                trucks 
                                                are 
                                                buffalos
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chewing 
                                                up 
                                                this 
                                                desert 
                                                road
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                nothing 
                                                especially
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                an 
                                                uptight 
                                                man 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                useless 
                                                journey
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                oil 
                                                is 
                                                pumping 
                                                up 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                dirt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                the 
                                                virile 
                                                dinosaurs 
                                                continue 
                                                to 
                                                squirt
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                mountains 
                                                lay 
                                                like 
                                                croaker 
                                                sacks
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                the 
                                                global 
                                                forces 
                                                sculpt 
                                                with 
                                                tectonic 
                                                panache
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                crop 
                                                duster 
                                                flies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                those 
                                                blackish 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                ain't 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                clock
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                a-banking 
                                                in, 
                                                she's 
                                                a-pulling 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                Her 
                                                propeller 
                                                eyes 
                                                are 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                sock
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                the 
                                                big 
                                                huge 
                                                valley 
                                                is 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                respirator
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                juices 
                                                pumped 
                                                from 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Sierras
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                almond 
                                                trees 
                                                battle 
                                                their 
                                                own 
                                                disease
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                hay 
                                                is 
                                                jaundiced 
                                                and 
                                                those 
                                                raisins 
                                                wheeze
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cattle 
                                                march 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                knife
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes, 
                                                    I 
                                                do 
                                                believe 
                                                the 
                                                big 
                                                doctor 
                                                is 
                                                sweating 
                                                up 
                                                    a 
                                                storm 
                                                tonight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes, 
                                                    I 
                                                do 
                                                believe 
                                                the 
                                                big 
                                                doctor 
                                                is 
                                                sweating 
                                                up 
                                                    a 
                                                storm
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweating 
                                                up 
                                                    a 
                                                storm 
                                                tonight
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Bug
2 Withering
3 Sponge
4 Where Were You
5 Lucinda Williams
6 Florida
7 Stupid Preoccupations
8 Panic Pure
9 Miss Mary
10 Steve Willoughby
11 West of Rome
12 Big Huge Valley
13 Soggy Tongues
14 Little Fugue
15 Nathan
16 Where's the Clock?
17 Latent / Blatant
18 Flying
19 Intro
20 Dying Young
21 Confusion
22 Shippin' Out
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.