Flat Stuff Songtext
von Greg Brown

Sun down like a show tune
Trumpets play full blast
To create a great impression
But it doesn′t seem to last

Flat stuff
Flat stuff
Way out to the, way out to the setting sun

You can't find no river
That ain′t low and brown
Full of sixteen catfish
Who just lay there farting around

Flat stuff
Flat stuff
Way out to the, way out to the setting sun


The sun looks like a cookie
That didn't come out right
The moon looks like a cookie
Someone stole a bite

Flat stuff
Flat stuff
Way out to the, way out to the setting sun

Pete hollers to Ruthie
Open me a beer
When you get it open
Bring it over here

Flat stuff
Flat stuff
Way out to the, way out to the setting sun

When them old boys come through
Sometimes I think it would have been best
If they said "Jesus, it's too flat here"
And just kept going west

Out of the flat stuff
Flat stuff
Way out to the, way out to the setting sun