been down 'un this range fer a lil bit too long
pistol butt's greasy. glasses got fog.

it's hot out here, 'er maybe it's me
cuz i'm bullsin' that turget that i stuck t'that tree

ain't n'wun here t'keep me amused
'cept that dead squirrel who's head that i used

walkin' back home i follow my tracks
that i cut through the woods with m'big cowboy axe

cuz cowboys 'r restless 'n we like t'roam
but sometimes we jes' need a good rest at home

i come though the back cuz i built it that way
got a couple new fence posts i dug yesterday

i mosey around then stop by m'stable
gotta hang up my chaps 'n brush down maybel

'n i think thut m'horse got this look in 'er eyes
like she's almost a person. 'er maybe it's flies.

i coo to her gently in peek though th'windows
'n listen fer verses she sings when the wind blows

'n thur's m'house like she wuz whun i left 'er
empty inside 'n rough frum th'weather

but i can't jus' go inside thur anyway
cuz that evan pritts is in m'durway

the lone chessman sits in th'corner
far frum th'window whur the sun works its shine
his eyes full a darkness an' i think he's a goner
then i look at th'board, an' his pawns fill their line

his solitaryness tears my heart asunder
so as he moves his piece, i move mine in kind
an' he looks an' he whispers "whatchoo dun hur?"
an' i just smile as he fires up his mind

"this chessboard of wood holds character
i made it m'self in m'dad's old garage
the rough spots, the scratches-- a barrier
to those not familiar to th'mental massage"

lookin' up i smile at 'im gently
t' show 'im i've yet a move t'play
lickin' my lips an' eyen'im intently,
"evan pritts is in yer doorway"

LETS ALL GO ON AN ELEPHANT RIDE
just you, me, and of course pierre
we'll all cuddle up on it's back side
it's pretty safe when in a chair

we'll have a picnic on the road somewhere
or by some shanty, i don't care

you're feeling better, right?
i listened while you slept last night
you hardly coughed

come on guys, out of your cabanas!
you bring your bananas
you know i like 'em soft

i gotta say, you guys mean so much to me
here's a cute bandana, and pierre a little tiki

but seriously, i know of just the spot
a lake so quiet and cool and clean
and natives bathe there if it's hot
it's in my guidebook, page 13

quit stalling or we'll never get there
we're only here for one more day
what'll you do when you get home, where
evan pritts is in your doorway?

alone in the apartment over the kitchen sink,
you're consumed with stirring your chocolate cake batter...

but the boxed cake mix is not fat-free like you think,
so that each generous spoon lick only makes you fatter.

eyes closed blissfully, you think it's okay--
and a knowing evan pritts is in your doorway.

by the fires of kremi'lah
you shall be my khashi-dah
i've been in sand for nearly ever
wont you brush my hair and leather?

we'll go on a trip, just you and me
if we get bored, i got this cd

the wind, it whips.
take my milk in sips.

don't mistake my smile for foreplay
evan pritts is in your doorway

i've been here a long time
and a long times been gone by
and i don't know if you're mine
cause you ain't been nigh

got icicles growin on m'lips
drippin down 'nto m'paws
gettin' cold, them drips
drippin' down, yeah.

wont you come by?
give me a little hug?

been waiting nary everyday
evan pritts is in your doorway

goodbye to those days gone by
when you and i would often fly
to the moon and too the stars above
oh man was i truly in love

but gone are those times of reverie
and now we must face reality
the facts of time slipping away
and that evan pritts is in your doorway