Oh honey take me out I'm a deadman

Oh baby bake me something sweet

Oh honey take me out I'm a deadman

Oh baby give me bread to eat

There are places in the damp Northwest where

The bodies lie down head to feet

There were losses in the California sunshine

Tell you stories that you can't repeat

In the winter when the valley's flooded

Those were times where the rooms were cheap

The summer dirt lines the corner's of your pockets

I'm still buried there ten feet deep

Papa don't place this curse on me

Heaven knows I can't use it

Papa don't place this stone on me

Mama there's no future in it

We travel on the back roads lightly

Through Castle City and the hills beyond

Me and Joan on the Sacramento

Me and Joan this is where we're from

Oh honey take me out I'm a deadman

Oh baby bake me something sweet

Oh honey take me out I'm a deadman

Oh baby give me bread to eat

Papa don't place this curse on me

Heaven knows I can't use it

Papa don't place this curse on me

Mama there's no future in it

Oh honey take me out I'm a deadman

Oh baby bake me something sweet

Oh honey take me out I'm a deadman

Oh baby give me bread to eat

Oh honey where's the colours of the springtime

The pale green of an organdy dress

Her shadow grows in the California sunshine

But nothing else in the south south-w