Lyrics Fair To Midland – Pour The Coal To ‘Er

He headed out to rub elbows with oysters today
What a special little sap to think the pearls fall in your lap
Oh lord, he saw it coming, from miles away
From where it’s plain to see because we have a window seat

And we swore
At the top of our lungs

Riddle me this
What can you find
That always chews on the bitter end?
Riddle me this
In your hindsight
While you ride a white elephant

He headed out with the white flag and axes to grind
What a special little schmuck to decide he’s getting up
Oh lord, I tried to show you, you’re miles away
From where it’s crystal clear, because the fog is living here for now

Riddle me this
What can you find
That always chews on the bitter end?
Riddle me this
In your hindsight
While you ride a white elephant

We’d love to live in days way back when
Wondering what could have been
If we had a time machine, a cure for cold feet
We might not play these waiting games

Riddle me this
What can you find?
That always chews on the bitter end
Riddle me this