From the recording Little Town
Written by Paul Hartshorne
Lyrics
DIAPER
Throw that diaper out the door and light a cigarette
It looks like he won’t be coming home
A small plane makes such a lonesome sound
As afternoon goes crawling up the wall
A loaf of bread, I won’t be long, Honey
That method’s tried and true
Alpha-Bits and Absolut and a world awash in blue
A pack of smokes, I won’t be long
That method’s tried and true
Alpha-Bits and Absolut and a world awash in blue
Alpha-Bits and Absolut and a world awash in blue