Em Am D Dm Em
I caught a string full of fish down by the damn
Em Am F#m B7
I'll drag them back to the field they should be dead by then
Em Am D Dm Em
Wipe the sweat off my neck and tally ho the plow
G B7 C
I'm gonna grow a woman from the ground
Em Am D Dm
The night was a chalkboard with a fingernail moon
Em Am F#m B7
If the fish ain't dead yet they will be pretty soon
Em Am D Dm Em
Kinda like the feeling at an old folks home
G B7 C
Even though you love them you can't wait for them to go
Em Am D Dm Em
I'll call her Angelina she's a teacher I once had
Em Am F#m B7
A halo of honey wrapped around her head
Em Am D Dm Em
And she always used to give me some when I was a kid
G B7 C
I told her that I loved her and then I went and hid
C G C
I'll take you into town and I'll show you off
C G C
And there's room on your dress for a corsage
C G C
And I'll open up every door for you
Em Am D Dm Em
I opened up my almanac and in my head I read
Em Am F#m B7
Cut your wrist on the fins of the fish and drain all you can
Em Am D Dm Em G B7
So I rolled up my sleeves and then began to draw lines just as deep as the
C
days are long
Em Am D Dm Em
I sewed up my wrist and sewed the ground with my blood
Em Am F#m B7
Stained up my clothes pretty good and I turned that dirt to mud
Em Am D Dm Em
I couldn't help but close my eyes and lay my body down
G B7 C
'Cause I heard it takes forever to grow a woman from the ground
C G C
I bleed for you now and I'm skinny as a rail
C G C
And I'll be so obliged to keep you nice and warm and safe
C G C
and won't you be so proud of me
