Stoned Soul Picnic - Jill Sobule

Can you surry, can you picnic, whoa?

Can you surry, can you picnic?

Come on, come on and surry down to a stoned soul picnic

Surry down to a stoned soul picnic (Can you surry, can you picnic?)

There’ll be lots of time and wine

Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine

Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine

Stoned soul, stoned soul, whoa

Come on, come on and surry down to a stoned soul picnic

Surry down to a stoned soul picnic (Can you surry, can you picnic?)

Rain and sun come in again

And from the sky come the Lord and the lightning

And from the sky come the Lord and the lightning

Stoned soul, stoned soul

Surry on, soul

Surry, surry, surry, surry

There’ll be trains of blossoms (There'll be trains of blossoms)

There’ll be trains of music (There'll be music)

There’ll be trains of trust, trains of golden dust

Come along and surry on, sweet trains of thought, surry on down

Can you surry, can you surry?

(Can you surry?)

Surry down to a stoned soul picnic

Surry down to a stoned soul picnic (Can you surry, can you picnic?)

There’ll be lots of time and wine

Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine (Red yellow honey)

Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine, moonshine

Stoned soul, yeah

Surry on, soul

Surry, surry, surry, surry

Surry, surry, surry, surry

Surry, surry, surry, surry

Surry, surry, surry, …