Listen to this country ballad about idiots, tragedy, and sometimes comedy.

Nattering Nabobs Lyrics

The prophets of the bitter tongue are gathering in the hallPolishing their grievances against the rising wallThey measure out the heavy hours with calculations coldTurning every silver spark into leaden moldI see them on the corners with their pedigrees of doubtTrying to extinguish what the spirit is aboutThey talk of ruined harvests before the seed is sownBuilding monuments of ash upon a shifting throne

Oh the nattering nabobs of negativityThey are weaving a shroud for the things they cannot beThey trade in the shadows and they bargain with the nightTrying to convince the sun to forfeit all its lightYes the nattering nabobs of negativityAre drowning in the waters of their own proclivity

There is no room for the dreamer or the man who bears the scarThey want to clip the gravity and tether every starWith a lexicon of failure and a syntax of despairThey poison every fountain and they thin the very airBut the wind does not acknowledge what the cynic has to sayAnd the morning finds a window despite the disarray

The banquet table groans beneath the weight of their disdainThey find a hidden poison in the falling of the rainWhile the simple man is planting, they are digging up the ghostOf a thousand little tragedies they value all the mostSo let them count the pebbles while the mountain starts to climbLet them prosecute the rhythm and the reason and the rhymeFor the song persists regardless of the jury in the shackAnd the forward motion never takes the invitation back

Oh the nattering nabobs of negativityThey are weaving a shroud for the things they cannot beThey trade in the shadows and they bargain with the nightTrying to convince the sun to forfeit all its lightYes the nattering nabobs of negativityAre drowning in the waters of their own proclivity

Oh the nattering nabobs of negativityThey are weaving a shroud for the things they cannot beThey trade in the shadows and they bargain with the nightTrying to convince the sun to forfeit all its lightYes the nattering nabobs of negativityAre drowning in the waters of their own proclivity

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