Transcribed by:

Brian Whitman Daniel Gold

Black cat crossed our path on little fog feet
There's crows flying beside my window
We left superstition on the roadside a few cities ago
They spent our souls, maybe, but they didn't take our smiles

We listen, we shake, the radio

There's a sweet corn princess smiling through the words on the glass
Remember we stopped for tamales last time?
But now the lights from the town are fading with radio
There's another song playing, and we can hear it in the wind outside

We listen, Pilgrims
We shake, to the radio
We listen, to the radio

Little black kitty crossed our path wearing little fog feet
And the crows they're just drifters through my window
The late night city's lights are growing sharper
And I hear another song, I see it pouring from the look in your eyes

We listen,
We shake, to the radio
Pilgrims, we listen, we shake, to the radio, the radio
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VARIATIONS:

"Even if it's on the radio, if it feels good, we shake"

"Dance, move, and shake"

1/18/96 Boulder, CO [First show of Sit'N'Ski Tour]
"This one's surely pouring from the look in your eyes
Oh, shine! Listen, if it feels good,
Your bones and back tingle all by themselves
Doctor, doctor!
Lord, when things happen for the first time - revelation!"

12/31/96 Atlanta, GA
"If it feels good we shake... rattle and roll!"

last updated:3/6/2000