don't call a doctor
I'm tired of waiting
I had my fun and the price was fair
take my body up the mountain
or anywhere at all , I do not care
the world I lived in fit me all wrong
I was high and low and queer
and madness woke with us every morning
and the kids never knew when the devil was near
I met a girl
wayward as I was
and for a year we shared the convent's crumbs
seventeen, neither reformed nor redeemed
two little birds all liquored up on the last of summer's plums
but when the iron gates were opened
they put me on a bus
take my body, lord, back to her
or to anyone but my father
he is dangerous
so I got married
I could have done worse
worse than his honky tonk and ragtime brotherhood
I was not free but he would drive me into town
and one day like a bolt of lightning in blue jeans
well there my baby stood
she started sleeping on our couch
nobody was fooled
whatever it was it was not fit to speak of
but a love that won't be named will not be ruled
did what I had to
I had to leave him
and she and I we found our way to Mexico
where the saints fight evil in their underwear
and the holy mother's hung over at the rodeo
I grew in bad and bitter earth
all the same, I grew
I fought for her and for our poor little corner
I fought my whole fucking life for every breath I drew
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020