GROWL 121311 - RED DIRT DIARY

James Michael Taylor

GROWL

In the middle of the night my stomachs growling’
The windows rattle and the coyotes howling’
Tip toe to the pantry to do a little prowling’
The cupboard’s empty and the well’s run dry
Not enough water to tear my eye
In the middle of the night my stomachs growling’

The spiders on the porch all packed up for leaving’
Ain’t no flies for ‘em to be eaten’
Sail out on their web, come the breezes of the evening’
Crickets dying by the kitchen door
Can’t find a grasshopper any more
The spiders on the porch all packed up for leaving’

Mama, Mama, Mama. Mama, Mama, Mama. Ooooh…

Big brother boiled a boot for the dinner carving’
Papa hopped a freight. He was tired of starvin’
He said, “Your hunger will pass in about three days.
You don’t feel nothing. You just get weak and lazy.”

Mama, Mama, Mama. Mama, Mama, Mama. Ooooh…

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Mama, Mama, Mama. Mama, Mama, Mama. Ooooh…
In there middle of the night when my stomach’s growling’…

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