South (Of America) (Live)

There's dogs calling awfully out here,

there's cows with their mouths filled with tears,

and there's black water curling all around where we lay,

and I have been sad now too many days.

She would harness my heart if it harnessed that way,

so babe, I am going. I'm going away.

Women are all gorgeous down here—

long and brown like deer.

She's always arriving in her dark river skirt

winding holes through the valley,

bending bones into dirt,

and hiding poems I had tossed under blankets of sand.

Babe, I am sorry. I'm sorry I am.

It never gets cold way down here.

I can live off of watermelons and beer

and I will never go hungry. I will never go home,

never call to my lover,"lover, leave me alone,"

never harden my heart like some fruit in the snow,

but will walk babe—I know this—unnoticed, unknown.