The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth

Once, the dogs have quit their barking
"Son,", my neighbor said to me.
"Know the emptiness of talking blue
The same old sheep."
Run - I'll do no more this walking
Haunted by a past I just can't see
Anymore
Anymore

But let me tell you I have never planned
To let go of the hand that has been
Clinging by its thick country skin
To my yellow country teeth

Far, far away from west virginia
I will try on New York city
Explaining that the sky holds the
Wind the sun rushes in and a child
With a shotgun can shoot down
Honeybees that sting
But this boy could use a little sting

Who, will get me to a party?
Who, do I have yet to meet?
You, you look a bit like coffee
And you taste a bit like me
How can I keep me from moving?
Now, I need a change of scenery
Just listen to me I won't pretend to
Understand the movement of the wind
Or the waves out in the ocean or how
Like the hours I change softly slowly
Plainly blindly oh me oh my!