Tongue Slap Your Brains Out

You were laundry folding right outside the bedroom door

I slept near it

Knowing you would carry half the hapless buzzing of my

Dilated spirit

I know you never dreamed

I'd become a damn yankee

I need you to believe

That I'm still your same baby

No feeling like finding a peach cobbler sunning belly up

On the granite

The kind that'll make your tongue slap all your brains out

I know you never dreamed

I'd become a damn yankee

I need you to believe

That I'm still your same baby

I know you never dreamed

I'd become a damn yankee

If you could only see

It's still the Georgia winds that move me