Buried

Buried
Lyrics / Music - Boudreau

We’re all buried in the snow
And when it’ll stop, hell i don’t know
i keep looking at the news
but they don’t tell me nothing new
and my back’s been pretty tired
from stacking wood and building fires
And my feet are always cold
And you’re a lip-smacking 60 volts
Dog occupy’s the bed
and he don’t heed a word i said
tomorrows a long day
‘bout twice as long as yesterday
and the sun’s been hanging out
But it runs away when it see’s clouds
yea we’re buried in this snow
and when it stops, well no one knows

Chris - Drums, Percussion
John Young - Accordion, synth
Sean Mack - Mandolin
Bonehead - Guitars, Bass, Vocals