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       I lay all night under a tree waiting for your
                                         Father to finish the                                                             revival and let you go
                                                  I fell asleep and heard the wind whistle and i fell asleep again, thinking i was awake and listening to you talking to me nice and slow
                                                    Next thing I knew, you were naked and                                                     wet and in between my legs 
                                                   
          you swam across 'steada taking the county road on foot!
 
My daddy said I better get
right in the head,
but I get it
right
where
I
like
it
 
                  and it's sure better than being dead in this damn town,            
better than by the silo
listening to sweat roll,
not even smelling the stink
i can't even smell the stink
and i know the stink's there         the stink will never let up
and i am going to montgomery and i am going to tuscaloosa and i am going down to florida and
 
                             I   Don't    Mind    If    You   Go   Too
                                    i'll be picking oranges
                                    and all i need is that
                                    you'll leave your daddy
                                    like i'll leave my daddy
                                                                           
your tongue's in my baby-maker and i'm taking your baby-maker in my mouth real slow                                                        It's only ten o'clock
           
you make me feel like i will feel good forever
 
you make me feel like my toenails glow in the dark and
 like my hair rises and writhes like fiddled worms
nicer than toenails and worms, but I don't know how to say it 
                            
so you've been traveling
                that's just so fine by me
you have that big thing
and so blue eyes
 
's alright you don't know my name
I don't sing in the choir
my family name never been on that kind of posters
 
you don't have to save no more souls,
 
you don't have to pass no more plates
just pass to me
I'll give you your bread buttered.
 
You were telling me you like the light, you mean the sun?
You were telling me not everything they have to say up in the tent is hogwash
one moment's joy but another one's fear and angry fathers
 
i know what you mean
 
this is goodbye or this is hello   
you are speeding up now slowing down in me and deep
and i'm floating
the grass smells good, there is a piece of green in my teeth that came off your leg from the pond
the sky is dark and all the stars are blazing with my eyes open or closed