All the time I was riding lines
The only two things on my mind
Were them two eyes back in Texas
And all the time I never took a dime
From a stranger nor any friend of mine
Till you bought my bus ticket home
Now I’m here moving stones
Well there ain’t an inch of dirt
Till I hit the rock
But I've got a feeling I ain’t gonna stop
Till I move 'em all
I got less than an inch of skin
On my chest before you hit the ribs
What the hell are you digging for?
Babe how you move them stones
We made ourselves plans to move to the Blackland
Deep soil and a river song
Instead we moved west girl, but still there’s palmettos
On the bed of the brush choked arroyo
They’re growing right from the stone
And I think if I keep digging in
I could maybe get to the heart of it
Like Robinson Jeffers did
Well I know a trailer ain't a Hawk Tower
But these eleven acres are ours
And from them a garden will grow
As soon as I move these stones
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