
crabtrees - very old morris lyrics
[verse 1]
my one grandaddy was a farmer like his own dad
he raised him cotton, wasn’t nothing else would grow there
he was a farmer, like all the rest
he had mud on his hands, b*ttermilk on his breath
[verse 2]
second grandad had enough of going hungry
went to the factory when he was very young, he
was a worker like all the rest
he’s a pamphlet in his hands, tomato juice on his breath
[instrumental break]
[verse 3]
uncle jimmy couldn′t never find him work
died of the same disease a rich man would’ve shirked
he was a mortal, like all the rest
he’s got salems on his hands, salems on his breath
[verse 4]
my older brother got so sick of being poor
and being born downstream, so he went to a war
he was a sailor, like all the rest
he′s got blood on his hands and a dancing girl on his breast
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