Bodark

I don’t want to be abrasive
But I come by it honest
And I swear by my own nativity
Born of Acadia wild as the moon
Drug into this fold
It ain’t so heavenly
And I can smell it all over my clothes
Like Osage orange
Osage orange

I'll return when it rains with tobacco stains
On my fingers and on my teeth
I just wanna drink my coffee in peace
And lie with a woman every now and then
Cause a man needs company
And a man needs work
And a man needs silence and a harvest to turn
A man needs to know he was a vagabond
With good color in his cheeks

And when the moon burns a hole
Into that restless sky
Man starts to heed
His savage appetite

We’re just passing through this slaughter
On our birthdays with these church haircuts
Clean as a whistle I'd barter
With the old vanguard, them backwater hooligans
Raising up a mess of daughters
Downright savant with their tone
I’ve got a manifesto
About a mile long
And I could go on for days
Or I could just go home
I could go on for days
Or I could just go home

I'll return when it rains with tobacco stains
On my fingers and on my teeth
I just wanna drink my coffee in peace
And lie with a woman every now and then
Cause a man needs company
And a man needs work
And a man needs silence and a harvest to turn
A man needs to know he was a vagabond
With good color in his cheeks

And when the moon burns a hole
Into that restless sky
Man starts to heed
His savage appetite

Drawing life from the roots
Of the cemetery trees