Sylvania Lyrics

i grew up in sylvania

there aren't so many woods now
how dare he lay his name upon that tract of land

tho natives got on cool there

they felt no need to rule there

who really gives a s*** about some William Penn ?

own your own sylvania homestead

if that be your belief

you can claim you own it

tho you bought it from a thief

who might have been the boss awhile

he never was the c***f

oh i know...
founding forefathers

i call you deadbeat dads

founding forefathers

i call you deadbeat dads

founding forefathers

i call you deadbeat dads

leave us alone

leave everyone alone
we can work it out on our own

sylvania is beautiful when the fall rolls around

there's gourds out in the fields & indian corn

( you can't eat them, though )

many half-songs sung up from the fields

remind me how it was--

amazing

amazing

amazing

amazing