Rising up behind a greyhound
Not sure if it's the memory
or just the picture Daddy drew
When I'd ask about the woman,
I don't think I ever knew
Flowing through the blood
that I am spilling in this field
dirt beneath his fingernails
were just enough to cover all our bills
But he swore one day he'd buy the land
so he cooked up in the hills
The men from up the river
paid to keep their battle field
Flowing through the blood
that I am spilling in this field
My daddy took his final breath
before his heart went still
it was the deed to this old field
He said you got blue eyes like your mother,
but a state put soul like me
Now alone, the land we bled in,
the land our bones will lie beneath
Flowing through the blood
that I am spilling in this
Thank you. I wanted to put a couple of
from stuff we have released
and we don't have an acoustic version
so I want to do this one.
Some of you have heard this story before.
When I was in, I think it was second grade,
and I think I know the teacher,
so I'm not going to name any names.
I was out in the playground.
You know, I was a good little
I went through an F -word phase
I don't think I was any good.
I don't know how good of a kid I was.
But in any case, this day, I decided
I was going to do something special
And I went out in the playground.
and I came inside and I gave
and she promptly informed me because
you know I'm in second grade
and species and classifications
and all that she informed me the dandelion is in fact
didn't try to get that in the album
it's very sad so anyways I
I still I'm you know shoot
So it come time to write a song one day
and I put that experience to good use
and I wrote Dandelion Woman.