The Gourds - The Flat Baritone lyrics

Form a ring and wind and twine Round the ol' grape vine Heavy on the wire from the house Salt the cow and k** the calf Meet yer lonesome with a once and a half Gent¹s on the east and ladies on the south The solemn boy carries his silver damage Sold but for, the number and the image His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure When he sings he slurs & uses the meat of his thigh T¹hold the book he wrote when he was lame So wrapped up in his flat baritone No castrato could woo him in from the rain For he never raised his voice when his britches Was spillin¹ over with that honey truck richness His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure Well the stylus hit the patches As he spit on the splashes & sought out the scratches in the vinyl 'Neath a needle topped with nickels To keep the tunes a-goin' Cracklin', croonin' & crowin' Multi-colored, hard-boiled & hidden In the corners, with the dogs rusty remnants His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure