Falling Rock Lyrics

There was a squaw a very sad squaw
Who cried as she cursed at the sky
The gods had reclaimed her only son
And nobody could tell her why
There was a chief a very wise chief
Who told her
We'll find where he roamed
We'll put out some signs on the highway
And bring the young falling rock home

It's not a bar in wyoming
It's not brewed in the north p.a. mills
It's just a young brave
Who wandered from camp
And ventured too far in the hills
You'll see a sign on the roadside
Like the sign on the blue ridge parkway
Look out for falling rock at large in the
U.s. of a. at large in the u.s. of a

There was a letter form the gov'ner
A visit from the park service man
Socialist lawyers and eagle scouts said
We're doin bout all that we can
Stories can turn into legends
Folklore's derived from a claim
But no one can answer the puzzling sign
About the young indian name

It's not a bar in wyoming
It's not brewed in the north p.a. mills
It's just a young brave
Who wandered from camp
And ventured too far in the hills
You'll see a sign on the roadside
Like the sign on the blue ridge parkway
Look out for falling rock at large in the
U.s. of a. at large in the u.s. of a

Some say they've seen him
Homeless in phoenix
Picking up all he could scrounge
Some say they've seen him doing the
King weekend at a jfk lounge
Some swear that he was wrapping with
Phil about the abuse of his tribe
And some say he sits in a washington
Pen for passing a state trooper bribes

It's not a bar in wyoming
It's not brewed in the north p.a. mills
It's just a young brave
Who wandered from camp
And ventured too far in the hills
You'll see a sign on the roadside
Like the sign on the blue ridge parkway
Look out for falling rock at large in the
U.s. of a. at large in the u.s. of a