Tom Brosseau - How To Grow A Woman From The Ground lyrics

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)