Mickey Newbury - "Earthquake" lyrics


On his mountain Lord sits an old grey bearded ancient hermit
Sadly staring at the caption in the San Mateo Times
It reads today the prophets all agree that California
Is to be swallowed in the twinkling of an eye

He goes thumbing through his growing stack
Of half unfinished rhymes
Til he finds the one he'd once submitted
to the New York Times

They just laughed at him
And said you senile wino
drunk old fool!
Get out of here!
You must have lost your mind!

So he went back to his mountain
where he began to pray
Prayed for those in ignorance
That would treat a man that way

For the truth will fall like his mountain
On all that have gone deaf
The day the world is swallowed up
And California's left