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The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth - text


Once the dogs had quit their barking
"Son," my neighbor said to me
"Know the emptiness of talking blue
The same old sheep"
Run, I'll do no more this walking
Haunted by a past I just can't see anymore, anymore
Well, let me tell you
I never meant to let go of the hand
That is clinging by its thick country skin
To my yellow country teeth
To my yellow country teeth

Far, far away from West Virginia
I'll try New York City
Explaining that the sky holds the wind
The sun rushes in
A child with a shotgun will shoot down
All the bees that sting
Oh, this boy could use a little sting!

Who will get me to a party?
Who do I have yet to meet?
You, you look a bit like coffee
And you taste a little of me
How can I keep me from moving?
Now I need a change of scenery
Just listen to me
I won't pretend to understand
The movement of the wind
Or the waves on the ocean
Or all the hours I change softly
Slowly, plainly, blindly, oh me
Oh my!

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