How to Grow a Woman From the Ground - Chris Thile

I caught a string full of fish down by the dam

I’ll drag 'em back to the field they should be dead by then

Wipe the sweat off my neck and tally ho the plow

I’m gonna grow a woman from the ground

The night was a chalkboard with a fingernail moon

If the fish ain’t dead yet they will be pretty soon

It’s kinda like the feeling at an old folks home

Even though you love them you can’t wait for them to go

I’ll call her Angelina, she’s a teacher I once had

A halo of honey wrapped around her head

And she always used to give me some when I was a kid

I told her that I loved her and then I went and hid

I’ll take you into town and I will show you off

There’s room on your dress for a corsage

And I’ll open every door for you

I opened up my almanac and in my mind I read

Cut your wrist on the fins of the fish and drain all you can

So I rolled up my sleeves and then began to draw lines just as deep as the days

are long

I sewed up my wrists and sowed the ground with my blood

Stained up my clothes pretty good and I turned that dirt to mud

I could not help but close my eyes and lay my body down

'Cause I heard it takes forever to grow a woman from the ground

I bleed for you now and I’m skinny as a rail

I’ll be so obliged to keep you nice and warm and safe

Oh and won’t you be so proud of me