Fast Molasses's lyrics & chords

Near that tail end of the last century, a fellow called Shawn Ping Wee wound up in Singapore with his mama. Now, even when he was knee-high to a sand mouse they all were gettin' into trouble with the man. Wouldn't you know, the lot of 'em packed up and moved on up to Ohio, smack in the middle of the Rust Belt. They say he's been trying to be a citizen, but the man moves so damn slow it takes him twenty minutes to do what you might rustle up in one. Two, tops. Reckon that's why they call that son of a gun Molasses. Fellow's so slow his damn mama...read more