| Song | How to Grow a Woman from the Ground |
| Artist | Tom Brosseau |
| Album | Empty Houses Are Lonely |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brosseau | |
| I caught a string full of fish | |
| Down at the damn | |
| And I take them to the field | |
| They should be dead by then | |
| And I wipe the sweat from my neck | |
| And tally hoe the plow | |
| Cuz'ima gonna grow a woman from the ground | |
| The night was a cahlk board with a fingetr nali moon | |
| And the fish aint dead yet | |
| They will be pretty sonn | |
| Oh its the same kind of feeling in an old folks home | |
| Even though you love them you cant wait for them to go | |
| And I will take her into town and shoe her off | |
| Threes room on your dress for a corsage | |
| And Ill open every door for you | |
| And then I pulled out an almanak and thats were I read | |
| Cut your wrist on the fisns of the fish and drain all that you can | |
| And I rolled both my sleevess in then began to draw | |
| Lines just as deep as days are long | |
| And I'll name her angelina she was a teacher I once had | |
| And a halo made of honey ran around her head | |
| And she always use to give me some | |
| When i was a kid and then I told her that I loved her and then I went and hid | |
| Now I'll sow up my skin and sow the land with my blood | |
| And I stained up my slothes pretty good | |
| And I turened the dirt to mudd | |
| And i cannot help to close my eeyes and lay my body down | |
| Cuz i heard it takes forever to grwo a woman form the ground | |
| And I bleed for you and now Im skinny as a rail | |
| And I'll be so obliged to keep you nice and warm and safe | |
| Oh wont you be so fond of me | |
| (magical hum) |
| zuo qu : Brosseau | |
| I caught a string full of fish | |
| Down at the damn | |
| And I take them to the field | |
| They should be dead by then | |
| And I wipe the sweat from my neck | |
| And tally hoe the plow | |
| Cuz' ima gonna grow a woman from the ground | |
| The night was a cahlk board with a fingetr nali moon | |
| And the fish aint dead yet | |
| They will be pretty sonn | |
| Oh its the same kind of feeling in an old folks home | |
| Even though you love them you cant wait for them to go | |
| And I will take her into town and shoe her off | |
| Threes room on your dress for a corsage | |
| And Ill open every door for you | |
| And then I pulled out an almanak and thats were I read | |
| Cut your wrist on the fisns of the fish and drain all that you can | |
| And I rolled both my sleevess in then began to draw | |
| Lines just as deep as days are long | |
| And I' ll name her angelina she was a teacher I once had | |
| And a halo made of honey ran around her head | |
| And she always use to give me some | |
| When i was a kid and then I told her that I loved her and then I went and hid | |
| Now I' ll sow up my skin and sow the land with my blood | |
| And I stained up my slothes pretty good | |
| And I turened the dirt to mudd | |
| And i cannot help to close my eeyes and lay my body down | |
| Cuz i heard it takes forever to grwo a woman form the ground | |
| And I bleed for you and now Im skinny as a rail | |
| And I' ll be so obliged to keep you nice and warm and safe | |
| Oh wont you be so fond of me | |
| magical hum |
| zuò qǔ : Brosseau | |
| I caught a string full of fish | |
| Down at the damn | |
| And I take them to the field | |
| They should be dead by then | |
| And I wipe the sweat from my neck | |
| And tally hoe the plow | |
| Cuz' ima gonna grow a woman from the ground | |
| The night was a cahlk board with a fingetr nali moon | |
| And the fish aint dead yet | |
| They will be pretty sonn | |
| Oh its the same kind of feeling in an old folks home | |
| Even though you love them you cant wait for them to go | |
| And I will take her into town and shoe her off | |
| Threes room on your dress for a corsage | |
| And Ill open every door for you | |
| And then I pulled out an almanak and thats were I read | |
| Cut your wrist on the fisns of the fish and drain all that you can | |
| And I rolled both my sleevess in then began to draw | |
| Lines just as deep as days are long | |
| And I' ll name her angelina she was a teacher I once had | |
| And a halo made of honey ran around her head | |
| And she always use to give me some | |
| When i was a kid and then I told her that I loved her and then I went and hid | |
| Now I' ll sow up my skin and sow the land with my blood | |
| And I stained up my slothes pretty good | |
| And I turened the dirt to mudd | |
| And i cannot help to close my eeyes and lay my body down | |
| Cuz i heard it takes forever to grwo a woman form the ground | |
| And I bleed for you and now Im skinny as a rail | |
| And I' ll be so obliged to keep you nice and warm and safe | |
| Oh wont you be so fond of me | |
| magical hum |