Red Till

(To the tune of "Dead Flowers" by the Rolling Stones)

Anders Carlson

Fall Quat Trip 2001

When you're sitting there

In your third floor lab chair

Talking to some

Mineralogists

Don't mind me

And my Quatern'ry comp'ny

Our stuff ain't

Even that old

Chorus:

Flow on down glacial ice

Won't cha' flow on down

I know you used to cover

Most of the ground

You can send me red till in the Port Huron

Send me red till in its melt-out form

Send me red till to the margin, oh yeah

And I won't forget to put an age upon your ice

When you're

Sittin back

In your petrology hack

Datin some uranium today

I'll be in a gravel pit

With a shovel and a meter stick

Tryin to find where

Ice was yesterday

Chorus