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 corner's 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 Castle City and through 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 south-west
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