I went to see my lost lovin’ gal,
The road was rocky but I made it some how,
She makes the April rains go shine,
I make a greased wooden wheel whine.
I cut my teeth on my own head,
and I lay where I make my bed,
I make the 18 feel like ton,
and I make the many feel like none.
I said “Go bake the bread and set the beans to boil,
set flame to the wood and turn timber to coal.”
Casting shadows on the ground,
dancing shadows all around.