Mud, leaves, roofing rot

Black tar tires are all that I got

So how can I have made

This rubber duchess in her rich brokade

Black dress, seven rips

Kissing coals, her burnout lips

Ask old Bruo, who salts the snails

She's sticky sweet, hard as... 

Asphalt in winter



Tarbaby



His days are plain 

But his dreams are gaudy

Rhinestone kisses on a 

Backside nagahyde body

Propped in the rotten weeds

One whiff of at her and he was incomplete

She and I we had plans

Kicking cows and shooting cans

I know you were with her cause

I saw her stuck all over your hands



Tarbaby tarbaby



Clouds cry on a roof of tin

Like an ace high, I brave the din

I know you were with her

Cause I saw her stuck all over your chin

Like I said, we had plans, she and I

High as a rod on the fourth of July

She was gaping at me like an earthquake crack

As you took her away on your dirty old back



"she stuck by my side

Seemed to enjoy the ride

I threw her in the bayou

For she would not be my bride"

Tarbaby tarbaby born again born again...