Ohio Clouds

Roll Ohio clouds oh roll on in

Wash the cigarettes the smell from grandma's skin

Clear the dank and dusty kitchenettes

The bourbon bottles resting empty on the chest

Empty on the chest

Grandpa's on the outside of the fence

He's calling to his son again he's on the outside never in

So roll Ohio clouds oh roll on by

We gotsta get rid of that guy

He's gonna blacken up the sky

Daddy's old transistor radio

Is crackling by the window I just can't make it out

Stories passing through I know they're mine

American treasure find

I just can't make them out

What they're all about…