Storm it shook ya down
   From the burial ground
   There was mud on your face
   Barely lost and bareyl found
  
   And the shrunken heads around your neck
   Just replicas of thoughts
   Whose day had finally come
  
   You drag it fast
   You can drag it slow
   But don't drag it this way
   End-in-tow
  
   Walked beneath the river bridge
   And grabbed the ol' rope swing
   Said "Out there
   You'll see the bottom
   And it swallows while it sings
  
   And the only gold you'll find there
   Are caps on these two feet."
   Dead dogs float on by
  
   You drag it fast
   You can drag it slow
   But don't drag it this way
   End-in-tow
  
   Better graves than ditches
   On this we will agree
   There is good earth on the west bank
   Good nails and rope and pine
  
   You can picnic at the Cataract
   Or paddle to the shore
   But you'll join the diggin' party
   Just like you did before.
  
   You drag it fast
   You can drag it slow
   But don't drag it this way
   End-in-tow
   End-in-tow
   End-in-tow