Flat Stuff

Sundown like a showtune
 Trumpets play full blast
 To create a great impression
 Ah, but it doesn't seem to last
 Flat stuff, flat stuff
 Way out to the way out to the setting sun
 The muskrat and the bullfrog
 The rabbit and the skunk
 Old barns full of blue sky
 Backyards full of junk
 Flat stuff, flat stuff
 Way out to the way out to the setting sun
 You can't find no river
 That ain't low and brown
 It's full of sixteen catfish
 Who just lay there farting aroun'
 Flat stuff, flat stuff
 Way out to the way out to the setting sun
 Pete hollers to Ruthie
 "Open me a beer.
 When you get it open,
 Bring it over here."
 Flat stuff, flat stuff
 Way out to the way out to the setting sun
 The sun looks like a cookie
 That didn't come out right
 Ah, the moon looks like a cookie
 And someone stole a bite
 Flat stuff, flat stuff
 Way out to the way out to the setting sun
 When them old boys come through
 Sometimes I think it would have been best
 If they'd said, "Jesus, it's too flat here"
 And just kept going West.
 Out of the flat stuff, flat stuff
 Way out to the setting sun.