Close To The Ground

Farfetched Tangmo Band

Written by Tangmo. Arranged by, and performed with, Phil Close.

When this man was a little boy
though sick and frail her pride and joy
Mamma give him all he need
Till he start to shoot up like a weed.

He want to stay close
He want to stay close to the ground
He want to stay close
Close to the ground that grew this weed.

Flowers come and flowers go
oncet a year they’ll play thier show
This man was a blade of grass
They forgot to mow with each new pass

He need to stay close
He need to stay close to the ground
He need to stay close
Close to the ground that grew this weed

Well the brothers took him on their ride
People gave thier money but took thier pride
Fed them cheers but ate thier soul
Pavement and poison take thier toll

You gotta stay close
You gotta stay close to the ground
You gotta stay close
Close to the ground that grew this weed

One stayed in Memphis and took a wife
One got to gambling and took his own life
Two left the others to start thier own band
And one met a man in Birmingham.

I want to stay close
I want to stay close to the ground
I want to stay close
Close to the ground that grew this weed

He left the band no more to roam
Momma was gone when he came home
Left drinking whiskey all alone
Pulling the weeds around her stone

He has to stay close
(He has to stay) close to the ground
(He has to) stay close
Close to the ground (that grew this weed)