My morning jacket One big holiday Lyrics

Wakin' up feelin' good and limber.
When the telephone it rings.
Was a bad man from California.
Tellin' of a stone he'd bring, and bring.
And of better days.
From this town, we'd escape.
If we holler loud and make our way.
We'd all live one big holiday.
So we listened and up the river and recorded all the sounds.
Was some shakin' and some record playin'.
All the leather kids were loud.