Tori Amos "Tombigbee" |
To you it's another day To me it's a grim reaping Just another shooting star Strung out on your wire Prick my finger On his virgin silver He told me raw ginger Carmalize me Tombigbee Tombigbee Help me hang these bones Gotta hang these bones out to dry He loves me He loved me Ravishingly low Gotta hang these bones out to dry Got a blackberry stain And they're not even in season If you're not yet a woman You got no business playing this chorus So you get done Then you get some Sure enough it won't hold you for long Then you say ride This is all mine But hasn't your donor card expired? From Blueridge to Cattail On the prairie From fly over country back to Mississippi I said, "go , man you go" But you raise me twenty I'm raising you five- hundred treaties signed by your fathers' lies Go, man, you go 'Cuz I'm trailing her tears The ones you won't hold You roll me a carpet Roll me a carpet, boy Roll me a carpet From here to Oklahoma chorus Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |