Written and recorded by
Ricky Whitehead - bass, drums, synth, vocals
Jason Brown - guitars, banjo, vocal harmonies
lyrics
FRIED ICE CREAM
It was a cold night in New Jersey,
February of '93.
We both had dropped some acid,
and you were somehow mad at me.
Tried to bury the hatchet,
but the ground was frozen three feet deep.
We'd take a ride back to Leesburg,
where the cops hate me.
Later on we'd stop in Deptford,
at a local Chi-Chi's.
A celebration of food is all we had,
So we got the Fried Ice Cream.
Took the highway up route 55,
and I remember you tellin' me.
They built this over an ancient Indian burial ground,
in 1983.
Tried to bury the hatchet,
but the ground was frozen three feet deep.
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credits
released January 21, 2022
Lyrics by
Ricky Whitehead
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