Songtexte:
Greg Brown Over And Under

God, I guess I kinda forgot you, But tonight I remembered your name, Which is why I'm callin' so late, And I hope that you still feel the same. But,

you can. Betty Ann, Betty Ann, listen up, understand. Well, I love you as I've often said With your hair so black and your eyes so red. And your old

meditate and get focused, focused, focused, They do a little hocus pocus, And the money just rolls in. They know all 'bout computers, your New Age, and

Like a dog, like a dog, I've sat by your door, Hoping for any scraps you might throw. And I whine sometimes 'cause I need your love. And I have loved

Two could swim sort of, two not at all, They was all plastered, havin' a ball. Well they left from the east side down a' carbide shack, They just went fishin' and

Say this deal's about over, and I guess that's true, Town used to have twelve stores, now we got two. Big boys movin' in, small farmers movin' on. The

chase and shot to shot. I'm all done with that somehow, And it's your town now. These days the mighty eagle sings, Of money and material things, And the almighty Dow, And