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)