Chris Thile - How To Grow A Woman From the Ground lyrics

rate me

Caught a string full of fish

Down by the dam

I'll drag 'em back to the field

They should be dead by then

Wipe the sweat of my neck

And tally-ho to the plow

I'm gonna grow a woman from the ground

The night was a chalkboard

With a fingernail moon

The fish ain't dead yet

Well they will be pretty soon

It's kinda like feeling in an old folks home

Even though you love them,

You can't wait for them to go

I'll call her Angelina

She's a teacher I once had

A halo of honey wrapped around her head

And she always used to give me some,

When I was a kid

I told her that I loved her and then I went and hid

I'll take you into town and I will show you off

There's room on your dress for a corsage

And I'll open every door for you

Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Opened up my almanac

And in my mind I read

"Cut your wrists on the fins of the fish and drain all you can"

So I rolled up my sleeves and then began to draw

Lines just as deep as days are long

I sewed up my wrists and sowed the ground with my blood

Stained up my clothes pretty good and I turned that dirt to mud

I could not help but close my eyes and lay my body down

Cause I heard it takes forever to grow a woman from the ground

And I bleed for you now and I'm skinny as a rail

I'll be so obliged to keep you nice and warm and safe

Oh, and won't you be so proud of me

Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm