The Donor Blues - Shakey Graves

Found my fingers up north in the forest of the fir

Yeah I blame them woods for all I’ve learned

Well I watched my wits walk west where the money is earned

Just to strut my stuff and wait my turn

And I have often thought that these old bones

Should just go on ahead and break if they gonna

These old shoes should just go on and give out

They’re running the jail for profit these days

That’s what they say

Lost my lungs long ago in the belly of the beast

Yeah I got my gall from the boys back east

Yeah I sing sweet songs with the throat that belongs to her

Yeah she wears my heart and wears my words

Got these lips from the girl next door

The only problem is they only beg for more

Sold my skin for some fancy clothes

I thought I’d get a better deal but that’s the way it goes

Put all the rest in a hollow tree

Yeah fill it with cement and let me be