Clutch Son Of Virginia

It was the morning of All Saint’s Day, ’98

When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard

Wouldn’t have bothered me so much

Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars

Recite my lineage and genealogy

You’ve got to know your history, son of Virginia

Everybody’s in the church believing they’re a sinner

And looking for a sign from the true son of Virginia

When the storm blew over we made our way

To the old hay wain to infiltrate the sarcophagus

By the dim light of a narrow window we saw

The God’s honest truth staring right back at us

Recite your lineage and genealogy

You’ve got to know your history, son of Virginia

Everybody’s in the church believing they’re a sinner

And looking for a sign from the true son of Virginia

Stare into the embers on the first of November

And remember you were born a true son of Virginia

I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder

Truly we are living in an age of wonder

Truly we are living in an age of wonder

It was the morning of All Saint’s Day, ’98

When that old blind dog started calling me associate

Wouldn’t have bothered me so much were it not for the fact

That was the truth of it

Recite our lineage and genealogy

You’ve got to know your history,

Son of Virginia Stare into the embers on the first of November

And remember you were born a true son of Virginia

I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder

Truly we are living in an age of wonder

I wept like a child as the son rose above her

Truly we are living in an age of wonder.