(Dan Messe)



We were raised in the nettles

And they showed us how they grow--

Where a poison comes to settle

And what a poisoned man comes to know



So me and Jessie, we left Ohio--

Left him bleeding on the valley floor

I felt so dirty I could hardly stand it--

Carrying Jessie on my back



She said, hold on, I know you'll bury him for me

Hold on, I know you'll bury him for me

Hold on, I know you'll carry me and carry me and

Carry me home



Tell me nothing's wrong there

Tell me nothing's wrong there

Tell me nothing's wrong there



Nothing's wrong there

Nothing's wrong there