Southwood Plantation Road

I got youYou've got whatever's left in me to get

Our conversations are like minefields

No one's found a safe way through one yet

I spent a lot of money

I buy you white gold

We raise up a little roof

Against the cold

On Southwood

Plantation

RoadWhere at night the stars blow like milk across the sky

Where the high wires drop

Where the fat crows fly

All night long

You giggle and scream

Your brown eyes

Deeper than a dream

I am not gonna lose you

We are gonna stay married

In this house like a

Louisiana graveyard

Where nothing stays buried

On Southwood

Plantation

RoadWhere the dead will walk again

Put on their

Sunday best

And mingle with unsuspecting

Christian men