Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow
Settling slow

Fit it all, fit it in the [bad word] Or so the story goes
Color the era
Film it as historical, ah

My mile could not pump the plumb
In my arbor 'till my ardor [bad word] Every inner inertia
Lump sum

All at [bad word] from the sump-pump
Or so the story goes
Balance we won't know
We will see when it gets warm, ah