She's got a soul covered in soil
Sullied by dirt, purified by work
Pure intention with holes in her jeans
Right below the knees
W o o o o r n
Worn like her skin
Rough like her hands
In the open sun
That lets her sleep good in the evening time
Hair in tangles, jeans rolled up
Thick-skinned woman
Weeds in hand
I think I see the silhouette of god
Disheveled and tall
In the glaring sun
She ends her days late
When the sun falls
Then pulls out her five strings
and plays and sings a throaty spell
Over the sowed rows
Like you've never heard before
She's not afraid of her lack of control
Oh no
With this purpose in her bones
She sits atop her throne of dirt
Just howlin',
Howlin' to the heavens and Earth
To the heavens and Earth
Hair in tangles
Thick-skinned woman
I think I see the silhouette of god
Hair in tangles
Thick-skinned woman
Sleep good
Find your liberation in morning
Again
Again
Mmhmm,
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