Sweet Thursday Lyrics

Sweet Thursday lyrics

I'm waiting in the pines

I'm waiting in the forest

Pilon at my side

The treasure lies before us



And so we started walking

We knew they couldn't harm us

And how the wind is crying

When misty morning dawn breaks



We'll walk back to the flats

With gallons in our hands 



We're working in the fields 

We're working on the farms

we do just like our fathers

How can they take that from us?



And so we started driving

We had no choice to leave this

The bowl was left behind us

For Hooverville's before us



Three Hundred thousand

bodies who can't rest



Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey



So I started driving

and left my home behind me

the row there kept reminding 

of pages in your writing



Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey