Sweet Thursday — Matt Costa

I'm waiting in the pines I'm waiting in the forest Pilon at my side The treasure lies before us

And so we started walking We knew they couldn't harm us And how the wind is crying When misty morning dawn breaks

We'll walk back to the flats With gallons in our hands

We're walking in the fields We're working on the farms We do just like our fathers How can they take that from us?

And so we started driving We had no choice to leave this The bowl was left behind us For Hooverville's before us

Three hundred thousand Bodies who can't rest

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey Up to Monterey

So I started driving And left my home behind me The row there kept reminding Of pages in your writing

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey Up to Monterey