Chris Thile

Caught a string full of fish
Down by the dam
I'll drag 'em back to the field
They should be dead by then
Wipe the sweat of my neck
Tally-ho to the plow
I'm gonna grow a woman from the ground
The night was a chalkboard
With a fingernail moon
The fish ain't dead yet
Well they will be pretty soon
It's kinda like feeling in an old folks home
Even though you love them
You can't wait for them to go
I'll call her Angelina
She's a teacher I once had
A halo of honey wrapped around her head
And she always used to give me some
When I was a kid
I told her that I loved her and then I went and hid
I'll take you into town and I will show you off
There's room on your dress for a corsage
And I'll open every door for you
Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Opened up my almanac
And in my mind I read
"Cut your wrists on the fins of the fish and drain all you can"
So I rolled up my sleeves and then began to draw
Lines just as deep as days are long
I sewed up my wrists and sowed the ground with my blood
Stained up my clothes pretty good but I turned that dirt to mud
I could not help but close my eyes and lay my body down
Cause I heard it takes forever to grow a woman from the ground
And I bleed for you now and I'm skinny as a rail
I'll be so obliged to keep you nice and warm and safe
Oh, and won't you be so proud of me
Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm