Taking my Marimba Home (Bury me on a Backroad Cover)

River

Marimba God

River

cinematic, electronic, orchestral

[Instrumental]

[Intro - Intense Marimba]
(Oh, that’s just wobblin’)
(I might never put it down)
So if you hear bonk echo through the whole town
That’s me and my marimba
On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round
’Cause I’ve been out here making nonsense with my sound
And I’m dragging this marimba all over the ground
Yeah, it’s me and my marimba
On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round

[Verse 1]
(Are they still laughing?)
(Yeah)
(Yeah, me and my marimba)
’Cause I’m chasing a beat, but the beat keeps running off
Hard to think how I made it this far, with a giant wooden xylophone strapped on
This ain’t only for me—got the chickens in the passenger seat, clucking every time the pad honks
Taking bumps but I’m right in the groove, all the squirrels in the trees yelling, “Play that song!”
Got a snack and a map and a half-broke strap, and a fight with a raccoon I can’t let go of
Raise a toast to the nights I ain’t sober, dropped a mallet in the mud and I got choked up
If my sticks go flying, I’ll still find time with a spoon or a shoe just to keep the beat pumped
Put a note in my hat, let it flap in the wind—if it blows away, guess the song’s made up

[Chorus - Intense Marimba, layered voice, choir]
I might never put it down
So if you hear bonk echo through the whole town
That’s me and my marimba
On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round
’Cause I don’t need nobody telling me to stop
I’m just here making rhythm with a clumsy bop
Yeah, it’s me and my marimba
On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round

[Marimba Instrumental]

[Bridge]
(I'm taking my marimba home)
(From a place forlorn)

[Verse 2]
I’ve been tripped, I’ve been tossed, I’ve been flipped, I’ve been lost, but can’t nobody say I don’t try
Had a goat that I trusted eat the notes that I wrote, looked me dead in the eyes while it smiled
Everybody wants snacks and it hurts, but it’s true—I’ve been hustled by a duck more than twice
But the beat hits slick and the moment gets thick, so I’m laughing while I trip on my mic
Tell the world that I love ’em, every step that I take is a gamble with this instrument’s size
Let ’em say what they want of my stride—if I fall, that’s just part of the vibe
Let the crowd say whatever they think, for the record, I was never afraid of the hype
Lay me down in the road mid-song if I must, and remember the chaos I write

[Chorus -  intense marimba, layered voice, choir]
I might never put it down
So if you hear bonk echo through the whole town
That’s me and my marimba
On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round
’Cause I don’t need nobody telling me to stop
I’m just here making rhythm with a clumsy bop
Yeah, it’s me and my marimba
On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round

[Outro]
(I'm taking my marimba home)
(From a place forlorn)
(No name on the stone)
(I got that rhythm in my bone)
(I'm taking my marimba home)
(From a place forlorn)
(No name on the stone)
(I got that rhythm in my bone)

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[Instrumental] [Intro - Intense Marimba] (Oh, that’s just wobblin’) (I might never put it down) So if you hear bonk echo through the whole town That’s me and my marimba On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round ’Cause I’ve been out here making nonsense with my sound And I’m dragging this marimba all over the ground Yeah, it’s me and my marimba On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round [Verse 1] (Are they still laughing?) (Yeah) (Yeah, me and my marimba) ’Cause I’m chasing a beat, but the beat keeps running off Hard to think how I made it this far, with a giant wooden xylophone strapped on This ain’t only for me—got the chickens in the passenger seat, clucking every time the pad honks Taking bumps but I’m right in the groove, all the squirrels in the trees yelling, “Play that song!” Got a snack and a map and a half-broke strap, and a fight with a raccoon I can’t let go of Raise a toast to the nights I ain’t sober, dropped a mallet in the mud and I got choked up If my sticks go flying, I’ll still find time with a spoon or a shoe just to keep the beat pumped Put a note in my hat, let it flap in the wind—if it blows away, guess the song’s made up [Chorus - Intense Marimba, layered voice, choir] I might never put it down So if you hear bonk echo through the whole town That’s me and my marimba On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round ’Cause I don’t need nobody telling me to stop I’m just here making rhythm with a clumsy bop Yeah, it’s me and my marimba On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round [Marimba Instrumental] [Bridge] (I'm taking my marimba home) (From a place forlorn) [Verse 2] I’ve been tripped, I’ve been tossed, I’ve been flipped, I’ve been lost, but can’t nobody say I don’t try Had a goat that I trusted eat the notes that I wrote, looked me dead in the eyes while it smiled Everybody wants snacks and it hurts, but it’s true—I’ve been hustled by a duck more than twice But the beat hits slick and the moment gets thick, so I’m laughing while I trip on my mic Tell the world that I love ’em, every step that I take is a gamble with this instrument’s size Let ’em say what they want of my stride—if I fall, that’s just part of the vibe Let the crowd say whatever they think, for the record, I was never afraid of the hype Lay me down in the road mid-song if I must, and remember the chaos I write [Chorus - intense marimba, layered voice, choir] I might never put it down So if you hear bonk echo through the whole town That’s me and my marimba On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round ’Cause I don’t need nobody telling me to stop I’m just here making rhythm with a clumsy bop Yeah, it’s me and my marimba On a dirt road where the cows all gather ’round [Outro] (I'm taking my marimba home) (From a place forlorn) (No name on the stone) (I got that rhythm in my bone) (I'm taking my marimba home) (From a place forlorn) (No name on the stone) (I got that rhythm in my bone)

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