A Song From Philadelphia

When your low vibration doctor
Brought his donkey in the town
Everyone was looking up
But I was looking down
And I knocked upon your rock
With my credentials on my knees
You need a good man on your shelf
With all the books you never read

And so I packed up my belongings
And I roll away and gone
There are puzzles that I fit in
And there are ones I don't belong
Maybe I will dance again
And knock the dust off of my shoes

There's a endlessness to me
And there's a within you
She wanted Appalachian magic
She wanted me to Mark the Twain
You'll have to slum it some place else
I ain't your mountain boy today