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-ho the plow
'Cuz I'm gonna grow a woman from the ground
The night was a chalk board with a finger nail moon
And the fish ain't dead yet
They will be pretty soon
Oh it's the same kind of feeling in an old folks home
Even though you love them you can't wait for them to go
And I'll take her into town and show her off
There's room on your dress for a corsage
And I'll open every door for you
And then I pulled out an almanac and in my mind I read:
"Cut your wrist on the fins of the fish and drain all you can..."
And I rolled both my sleeves and 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
I'll sow up my skin and sow the land with my blood
And I stained up my clothes pretty good
And I turned the dirt to mud
And I cannot help to close my eyes and lay my body down
'Cuz I heard it takes forever to grow a woman from the ground
And I bleed for you and now I'm skinny as a rail
And I'll be so obliged to keep you nice and warm and safe
And wont you be so proud of me?
(Magical hum)