The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth

Once The dogs have quit their barking "Son" My neighbor said to me "Know the emptiness of talking blue The same old sheep" Run I'll do no more this walking Haunted by a past I just can't see Anymore Anymore But let me tell you I have never planned To let go of the hand that has been Clinging by it's thick country skin To my yellow country teeth To my yellow country teeth Far Far away from West Virginia I Will try on New York City Explaining that the sky holds the Wind, the sun rushes in And a child with a shotgun can shoot down Honeybees that sting But this boy could use a little sting Alright Who Will get me to a party? Who Do I have yet to meet? You You look a bit like coffee And you taste a bit like me How Can I keep me from moving? Now I need a change of scenery Just listen to me I won't pretend to Understand the movement of the wind Or the waves out in the ocean or how Like the hours I change softly slowly Plainly blindly oh me oh my