That sky is a-shine with sheen, those eyes are a green machine
Spare me your whining
In my rainy gazebo tree
Deep in my silver pit
The walls are all thick with it
My, but you slay me
In my rainy gazebo tree
Bless my baby eyes, don't you know Jesus died?
I'm better off inside
Strip and you lose your hide
What's in that thermos man?
Your female's a garbage can
So you haven't filled her up
OK try to fill my cup
It's moonshine from cactus
Well, I guess it can't wreck us
Spare me your moon shining in my rainy gazebo tree
Spare me your whining
In my rainy gazebo tree
Deep in my silver pit
The walls are all thick with it
My, but you slay me
In my rainy gazebo tree
Bless my baby eyes, don't you know Jesus died?
I'm better off inside
Strip and you lose your hide
What's in that thermos man?
Your female's a garbage can
So you haven't filled her up
OK try to fill my cup
It's moonshine from cactus
Well, I guess it can't wreck us
Spare me your moon shining in my rainy gazebo tree
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This is one of of those songs where she's actually just recounting things said to her by someone she met in her travels. She put them in a logical order, but not even Kristin knows what the person met. I believe this is the same "Parrot Lady" she mentions in other songs, like "Under The Gun" Like the parrot lady at Lake Michigan Troubled by a troubled life We hover blurry and glassy-eyed