I caught a string full of fish/
Down at the damn/
And I take them to the field/
They should be dead by then/
And I wipe the sweat from my neck/
And tally hoe the plow/
'Cause 'ima gonna grow a woman from the ground/
The night was a cahlk board with a fingetr nali moon/
And the fish aint dead yet/
They will be pretty sonn/
Oh its the same kind of feeling in an old folks home/
Even though you love them you cant wait for them to go/
And I will take her into town and shoe her off/
Threes room on your dress for a corsage/
And Ill open every door for you /
And then I pulled out an almanak and thats were I read/
Cut your wrist on the fisns of the fish and drain all that you can /
And I rolled both my sleevess in then began to draw/
Lines just as deep as days are long /
And I'll name her angelina she was a teacher I once had/
And a halo made of honey ran around her head/
And she always use to give me some/
When i was a kid and then I told her that I loved her and then I went and hid/
Now I'll sow up my skin and sow the land with my blood/
And I stained up my slothes pretty good/
And I turened the dirt to mudd/
And i cannot help to close my eeyes and lay my body down/
Cuz i heard it takes forever to grwo a woman form the ground/
And I bleed for you and now Im skinny as a rail/
And I'll be so obliged to keep you nice and warm and safe/
Oh wont you be so fond of me/
(magical hum)