"Love And Theft" sessions, Clinton Recording Studios NYC - 12.may.2001, take 4, album version
Down over the window
From the dazzlin' sunlit place
Through the back alleys, through the blinds
Another one of the Memphis days.
Honey bees are buzzin'
Leaves begin to stir
I'm in love with my second cousin
I tell myself I could be happy forever with her.
I keep listenin' for footsteps
But I ain't ever hearin' any
From the boat, I fish for bullheads
I catch a lot, sometimes too many.
A summer breeze is blowin'
A squall is settin' in
Sometimes it's just plain stupid
To get into any kind of wind.
Well the old men 'round here sometimes they get
On bad terms with the younger men
Old, young, age don't carry weight
It doesn't matter in the end.
One of the boss' hangers-on sometimes comes to call
At times you least expect.
Tryin' to bully you, strongarm you, inspire you with fear
It has the opposite effect.
There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town
The old one is long gone.
Timber 2 foot 6 across
Burns with the bark still on.
They say times are hard
If you don't believe it you can follow your nose.
It don't bother me, times are hard anywhere
We'll just have to see how it goes.
My old man, he's like some feudal lord
Got more lives than a cat.
I've never seen him quarrel with my mother even once
Things come alive or they fall flat.
You can smell the pine wood burnin'
You can hear the school bell ring.
Got to get up near the teacher, if you can
If you wanna learn anything.
Romeo, he said to Juliet, "You got a poor complexion
It don't give you an appearance a very youthful touch."
Juliet said back to Romeo
"Why don't you just shove off, if it bothers you so much."
They got outta here any way they could
Cold rain can give you the shivers.
They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Genesee,
All the rest of them rebel rivers.
If you ever try to interfere with me or cross my path again
You do so at the peril of your life.
I'm not quite as cool or forgivin' as I sound
I've seen 'nough heartaches and strife.
My grandfather was a duck trapper
He could do it with just dragnets and ropes.
My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth
I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes.
I had 'em once, though I suppose
To go along with all the ring dancing Christmas carols and on the Christmas eves.
I left all my dreams and hopes
Buried under tobacco leaves.
Not always easy kickin' someone up
Got to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant task.
Sometimes somebody wants you to give somethin' up
And tears or not, it's too much to ask.