Tori Amos - Tombigbee lyrics
[Tori Amos - Tombigbee lyrics]
To you it's another day
To me it's a grim reaping
Just another shooting star strung
Out on your wire
Prick my finger on his virgin silver
He took me raw, ginger, caramelise me
Tombigbee, Tombigbee
Help me hang these bones
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
Gonna hang these bones out to dry
Dry, dry, dry
Oh, you do it, man
Got a blackberry stain and they're
Not even in season
If you're not yet a woman you
Got no business playing this
Tombigbee, Tombigbee
Help me hang these bones
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
Gonna hang these bones out to dry
Dry, dry, dry
Oh, you do it, man
So you get done, then you get some
Sure enough, it won't hold you for long
Then you say, "Right this is all mine"
But hasn't your donor card expired?
From Blueridge to Cattail on the prairie
From flyover country
Back through Mississippi
I said, "Go, man, you go"
But, you raise me twenty
I'm raising you five-
Hundred treaties signed by your fathers' lies
Go, man, you go
'Cause, I'm trailing her tears
The ones you won't hold
You roll me a carpet, roll me a carpet, boy
Roll me a carpet from here to Oklahoma
Tombigbee, Tombigbee
Help me hang these bones
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
Dry, dry, dry
I'll do it again dry, dry, dry
To me it's a grim reaping
Just another shooting star strung
Out on your wire
Prick my finger on his virgin silver
He took me raw, ginger, caramelise me
Tombigbee, Tombigbee
Help me hang these bones
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
Gonna hang these bones out to dry
Dry, dry, dry
Oh, you do it, man
Got a blackberry stain and they're
Not even in season
If you're not yet a woman you
Got no business playing this
Tombigbee, Tombigbee
Help me hang these bones
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
Gonna hang these bones out to dry
Dry, dry, dry
Oh, you do it, man
So you get done, then you get some
Sure enough, it won't hold you for long
Then you say, "Right this is all mine"
But hasn't your donor card expired?
From Blueridge to Cattail on the prairie
From flyover country
Back through Mississippi
I said, "Go, man, you go"
But, you raise me twenty
I'm raising you five-
Hundred treaties signed by your fathers' lies
Go, man, you go
'Cause, I'm trailing her tears
The ones you won't hold
You roll me a carpet, roll me a carpet, boy
Roll me a carpet from here to Oklahoma
Tombigbee, Tombigbee
Help me hang these bones
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
Dry, dry, dry
I'll do it again dry, dry, dry