Mama, go freely
Mama, go empty too
Blanked on the ages
The colorful dreams of you

Gerry gone sideways
Waiting for judgement day
But sure heart and highways
God blessed her with severance pay

Here on the birch bank
Here on Saint Andrew's mill
Mama's brass cornet
Would jumpstart the roving till

Stone bridge to high town
Your fancy's not far from there
And the wolves get to high ground
We all have our cross to bear

Ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya, son
Ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya, son

Old man in high horn
With a beard down between his blades
On pulpit of sulphur
Robed in his prophet face

He needed language
He needed oxygen
But surely he'll manage
Out here on the tiller run

So follow me Tuesday
Follow me o'er the plains
Cause baby, we're somewhere
Surely some trace remains
Baby, we're somewhere
Surely some trace remains

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Tiller Run song meanings
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