I was talking to an oak tree

When the cypress butted in.

Out of car parts, a raven

Made a nest inside my skin.

To understand me better

You all ought to follow me home

I make a wish I clean the fish

I can scream like the cicada

Gin the seed right out of the bowl

Ride the train to Memphis

When there's cotton to be sold.

To understand this better

You all ought to follow me home

Make a wish

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