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I caught a string full of fish down by the dam |
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I'll drag them back to the field they should be dead by then |
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Wipe the sweat off my neck and tally ho the plow |
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I'm gonna grow a woman from the ground |
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The night was a chalkboard with a fingernail moon |
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If the fish ain't dead yet they will be pretty soon |
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Kinda like the feeling at an old folks home |
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Even though you love them you can't wait for them to go |
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I'll call her Angelina she's a teacher I once had |
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A halo of honey wrapped around her head |
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And she always used to give me some when I was a kid |
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I told her that I loved her and then I went and hid |
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I'll take you into town and I'll show you off |
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And there's room on your dress for a corsage |
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And I'll open up every door for you |
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I opened up my almanac and in my mind I read |
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Cut your wrist on the fins of the fish and drain all you can |
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So I rolled up my sleeves and then began to draw lines just as deep as the days are long |
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I sewed up my wrist and sowed the ground with my blood |
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Stained up my clothes pretty good and I turned that dirt to mud |
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I couldn't help but close my eyes and lay my body down |
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'Cause I heard it takes forever to grow a woman from the ground |
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I bleed for you now and I'm skinny as a rail |
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And I'll be so obliged to keep you nice and warm and safe |
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and won't you be so proud of me |
