I've got you

You've got whatever's left of me to get

Our conversations are like minefields

No one's found a safe way through one yet

I spend a lot of money

I buy you white gold

We raise up a little roof

Against the cold

On Southwood Plantation Road

Where at night the stars blow like milk across the sky

Where the high wires drop

Where the fat crows fly



All night long you giggle and scream

Your brown eyes deeper than a dream

I am not going to lose you

We are going to stay married

In this house like a Louisiana graveyard

Where nothing stays buried

On Southwood Plantation Road

Where the dead will walk again

Put on their Sunday best

And go with unsuspecting Christian men

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