Gourds - The Flat Baritone Lyrics
Form a ring and wind and twineRound the ol grape vineHeavy on the wire from the houseSalt the cow and kill the calfMeet yer lonesome with a once and a halfGent¹s on the east and ladies on the southThe solemn boy carries his silver damageSold but for, the number and the imageHis eyes have saddened making wine from the stemsEmpty ears longing for the wood and the skinsPaper yellowed from the salt and the failureWhen he sings he slurs& uses the meat of his thighT¹hold the book he wrote when he was lameSo wrapped up in his flat baritoneNo castrato could woo him in from the rainFor he never raised his voice when his britchesWas spillin¹ over with that honey truck richnessHis eyes have saddened making wine from the stemsEmpty ears longing for the wood and the skinsPaper yellowed from the salt and the failureWell the stylus hit the patchesAs he spit on the splashes& sought out the scratches in the vinylneath a needle topped with nickelsTo keep the tunes a-goinCracklin, croonin & crowinMulti-colored, hard-boiled & hiddenIn the corners, with the dogs rusty remnantsHis eyes have saddened making wine from the stemsEmpty ears longing for the wood and the skinsPaper yellowed from the salt and the failure