Grasstock Way

This little town's blood runs hot,
With all the soul that it's got.
Whatever it is that you been told,
Ain't a story, yer just gettin' old...

Head on down to Grasstock Way,
Feelin' like some beers today.
Maybe some green, maybe not,
Don't look like much but it's a lot.

Hey... Ho...

Start a fire out in the snow,
(Cause you) Know someone else' got nowhere to go.
Taste the fresh air o' the spring,
This hidden place's got everything...

Dunrobin-town is the place,
Where I take off the mask I call my face.
In the trees and fields we call our own,
It's the one place we're really home...

By the waterfall we'll smoke that joint,
And laugh all day till we've missed the point.
And later on when the coyotes call,
We'll call right back and confuse 'em all...

So call us up you'll find us quick,
And lay yer feet down on the brick.
It's time now c'mon out here,
Have a seat and crack a beer.