Oaxacan Vacation-Danny Schmidt

[ti:Oaxacan Vacation] [ar:Danny Schmidt] [al:Enjoying the Fall] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Oaxacan Vacation - Danny Schmidt [00:13.67]Went down to oaxaca for a three week stretch [00:17.44]On a bus ride meant to test my faith [00:20.81]I leaned with the curves and i held my breath [00:23.98]It made the drinking water taste almost safe [00:26.92] [00:27.84]I disembarked and kissed the road [00:30.70]It was dirty -- it was made of dirt [00:34.04]Surrounded by faces that i don't know [00:36.88]I guess home is where your eyes don't hurt [00:41.19]Quiero pesos para el nino aqui [00:44.58]Just a little slice of that american dream [00:47.44] [00:48.30]Heaven help em but don't they know [00:50.96]That i've got nothin thats worth a thing [00:54.03] [01:07.64]In zipolite theres a horseshoe beach [01:10.41]And i slept out in a hammock there [01:14.31]A few tequilas and i could reach [01:17.63]The water on a waft of air [01:19.85] [01:21.00]I spent my days beneath the sun [01:23.58]Joined the little kids in the poundin surf [01:26.89]Made a castle with this boy fore he had to run [01:31.17]To take his brothers place at work [01:33.85] [01:34.44]It ain't like when i was young [01:36.75] [01:37.63]The horror of that schoolbells ring [01:40.27] [01:41.03]Sixteen years and just to know [01:43.83]That i've got nothing that worth a thing [01:47.07] [02:00.50]Out late in the marketplace [02:03.75]Grande hoopla and crap for cheap [02:06.65]Chocolate-covered crickets and horse-hair lace [02:09.81] [02:10.48]And little eyes and hands of thieves [02:13.02] [02:14.01]I felt the hand inside my pack [02:16.51] [02:17.10]I missed the face but all he took [02:19.73]Was stuff you bring you don't need back [02:22.97] [02:23.63]A couple candles and softback books [02:26.35] [02:26.97]I laughed at what the image brings [02:30.08]Of the pick-pocket poet-king [02:33.04] [02:33.83]But all there is is all there seems [02:36.75]That i've got nothing that worth a thing [02:39.63] [02:53.18]I crossed back without much fuss [02:56.45]Just poles with mirrors and men with guns [02:59.41]To tickle the belly of the bus [03:02.84] [03:03.39]And check the stickers on my rum [03:05.90] [03:06.80]My drivers license and some shoot the shit [03:10.18]They saw is square and sent me through [03:12.69]But they made the guy behind me sit [03:15.71] [03:16.73]And wait to talk to god knows who [03:20.00]They let me by it's plain to see [03:22.69]That buslag and freedoms ring [03:25.93] [03:26.66]Was all that i could claim to bring [03:29.35] [03:29.89]I've got nothing [03:30.59] [03:31.61]I've got nothing now [03:33.42]And i've got nothing that worth a thing