Oh, honey, take me out, I’m a deadman
Oh, baby, bake me something sweet
Oh, honey, take me out, I’m a deadman
Oh, baby, give me bread to eat
There are places in the damp Northwest where
The bodies lie down head to feet
There were losses in the California sunshine
Tell you stories that you can’t repeat
In the winter when the valley’s flooded
Those were times where the rooms were cheap
The summer dirt lines the corners of your pockets
I’m still buried there ten feet deep
Papa, don’t place this curse on me
Heaven knows I can’t use it
Papa, don’t place this stone on me
Mama, there’s no future in it
We travel on the back roads lightly
Through Carson City and the hills beyond
Me and Joan on the Sacramento
Me and Joan, this is where we’re from
Oh, honey, take me out, I’m a deadman
Oh, baby, bake me something sweet
Oh, honey, take me out, I’m a deadman
Oh, baby, give me bread to eat
Papa, don’t place this curse on me
Heaven knows I can’t use it
Papa, don’t place this curse on me
Mama, there’s no future in it
Oh, honey, take me out, I’m a deadman
Oh, baby, bake me something sweet
Oh, honey, take me out, I’m a deadman
Oh, baby, give me bread to eat
Oh, honey, where’s the colours of the springtime?
The pale green of an organdy dress
Her shadow grows in the California sunshine
But nothing else in the south-southwest
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