Well thereâs moonstones
And sandstones
And thereâs tombstones
And thereâs just rocks
And thereâs dogwoods
And big ole redwoods
And thereâs deadwood
And just plain ole logs
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Donât mistake me for what I am not
Won't find me at church, but I believe in God
Write me off as some random crackpot
Not sure just what I am
But you
I am not
Well thereâs raindrops
And thereâs teardrops
And there's lemon drops and london drops
And when someone drops the ball we all make a fuss
Well thereâs firestorms
And rainstorms
And freezing cold snowstorms
And sometimes the weather just sucks
Chorus
Well thereâs black holes
And little bitty pinholes
And when our taxes get too high we make up loopholes
And thereâs just plain dots
Well thereâs red wine
And thereâs white wine
And in the name of Jesus Christ thereâs good ole communion wine
But it wonât be fine before itâs time
Unless itâs grape juice, but Hell just that donât rhyme
Chorus