Robert pollard port authority lyrics

I cant know the song of the south

 when my needle points north.

 the blue south elegant with lovely lake

 eyes in a smiling river on fire look at me

 

 Ape, the tailor whose fine linens he knows

 makes a man out of safety pins

 proud as an Indian

 I figure in future years Ill be stained by the tears

 of desperate clinging

 

 Miracle girls commercially perfect

 excel at Port Authority

 shall I run out to meet your hopes

 of liquor, tobacco & chocolate?

 up on chalkleg mirror mountain

 subtle and juicy