Neath The Willow's Leaves

'Neath the willow's leaves

She knows she heard this song before

With changing words and bitter prose

To keep her guessing

The sound so deafening

She barely makes it through the day

She feels it rattle through her teeth

But she'll keep whistlin'

Feed the whippoorwills

A broth, it slowly thickens

To keep them fat and happy

'Cause they've been feelin' nasty

You are so sweet

For lovin' me

I will take tree

That you keep groveling

You are so sweet

For lovin' me

I will take tree

That you keep wallowing