Barbara Ann
Well, it bleeds like steak but it isn't steak
I'm dying for a taste of the genuine fake
There ain't nothing you can't shape
From corn and soybeans
Blue-eyed Jesus, billboard babies
Picking away at a long dead barn finch
Bones hollow like heritage
It's a feeling you can't shake
In a world so mean and
Mangled up with memory
How did it go, the one you liked?
Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-barbara Ann
Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-bar-
Bar-bar-barbara Ann
Don't fuck around
With a Louisville Slugger
Under your side of the bed
No one's gonna hurt you now
No one's gonna hurt you
With cherries dropping like
Baby teeth you dropped
Baby fat, you start making babies
Dark as death and twice as funny
Spitting stones at far off lightning
It strikes like God and it burns like meat
Like the current in the fence in the singular heat
It's the palm on the line you laid this morning
The life you chose that sent you reeling
How did it go? How was it?
Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-barbara Ann
Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-bar-
Bar-bar-barbara Ann
Don't fuck around
With a Louisville Slugger
Under your side of the bed
No one's gonna hurt you now
No one's gonna hurt you now
No one's gonna hurt you now
I'm dying for a taste of the genuine fake
There ain't nothing you can't shape
From corn and soybeans
Blue-eyed Jesus, billboard babies
Picking away at a long dead barn finch
Bones hollow like heritage
It's a feeling you can't shake
In a world so mean and
Mangled up with memory
How did it go, the one you liked?
Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-barbara Ann
Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-bar-
Bar-bar-barbara Ann
Don't fuck around
With a Louisville Slugger
Under your side of the bed
No one's gonna hurt you now
No one's gonna hurt you
With cherries dropping like
Baby teeth you dropped
Baby fat, you start making babies
Dark as death and twice as funny
Spitting stones at far off lightning
It strikes like God and it burns like meat
Like the current in the fence in the singular heat
It's the palm on the line you laid this morning
The life you chose that sent you reeling
How did it go? How was it?
Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-barbara Ann
Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-bar-
Bar-bar-barbara Ann
Don't fuck around
With a Louisville Slugger
Under your side of the bed
No one's gonna hurt you now
No one's gonna hurt you now
No one's gonna hurt you now
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Writer(s): Roseanna Tucker
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