tombigbee - Tori Amos

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

Caramelize me

Tombigbee, Tombigbee, help me hang these bones

Got to hang these bones out to dry

He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low

Got to hang these bones out to dry

Dry, dry, dry

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

Got to hang these bones out to dry

He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low

Got to hang these bones out to dry

Dry, dry, dry

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 fly over 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

Got to hang these bones out to dry

He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low

Got to hang these bones out to dry

Dry, dry, dry

I’ll do it again

Dry, dry, dry, dry