CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Crackerman (Live At Club la Vela, Panama City Beach, FL, 3/14/1997) [2021 Remaster]
Kicking as I'm trying to sleep
I got the mud beneath my shoes
He's a man, he's a man
Crackerman, crackerman
He's a woman too
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don't care, yeah, but I don't care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
Tripping as I'm thinking
'Bout a boy, his name was Sue
Now he's a man, he's a man
Crackerman, crackerman
He's a woman too
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don't care, yeah, but I don't care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don't care, yeah, but I don't care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
Salt cracked
Mud flaps
Dust blowing in my eyes
I'm a-roaming
I'm a-roaming
I'm motherf**king roaming, yeah, that's right
Thank you very much and welcome to Antarctica
I got the mud beneath my shoes
He's a man, he's a man
Crackerman, crackerman
He's a woman too
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don't care, yeah, but I don't care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
Tripping as I'm thinking
'Bout a boy, his name was Sue
Now he's a man, he's a man
Crackerman, crackerman
He's a woman too
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don't care, yeah, but I don't care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don't care, yeah, but I don't care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
Salt cracked
Mud flaps
Dust blowing in my eyes
I'm a-roaming
I'm a-roaming
I'm motherf**king roaming, yeah, that's right
Thank you very much and welcome to Antarctica