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 Cuz'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)