Tombigbee (Live In Montreal 10/21/07)

To you, it's another day
To me, it's a grim of the reaping
Just another shooting star
Strung out on your wire

Prick my finger
On his virgin silver
He took me raw, ginger
Caramelize me

Tombigbee, Tombigbee, help me hang these bones
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
Gonna hang these bones out to dry
Dry, dry, dry, oh

Got a blackberry stain
And they're not even in season
If you're not yet a woman
You got no business playing this

Tombigbee, Tombigbee, help me hang these bones
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
I'm gonna hang these bones out to dry
Dry, dry, dry

So you get done
Then you get some
Sure enough, it won't hold you for long
Then you say, "Right, this is all mine"
But hasn't your donor card expired?

From Blueridge to Cattail on the prairie
From fly over country, back through Mississippi
I said, "Go, man, you go"
But you raise me 20, I'm raising you five
Hundred treaties signed by your fathers' lies
Go, man, you go
'Cause I'm trailing her tears, the ones you won't hold
You roll me a carpet, roll me a carpet, boy
Roll me a carpet from a-here to Oklahoma, ooh

Tombigbee, Tombigbee, help me hang these bones
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
Gonna, gonna hang these bones out to dry
Dry, dry, dry

I'll do and dry, dry, dry, dry