Testo Ballerin' Plain

Parapliers the willow dipped Rolled roots gnarled like rakers This hollow hole don't hold no jokers er' fakers Don't fall by no jokers or fakers Puller down to the stirrin' hay acres Parapliers pinches a levy 'n pulled way thru the toe Foothills, locomotives walked 'n sugar beets rolled Down the tracks Sunbum bounce soot off the black smokestacks Parapliers pinched up slow down the sky Blue 'o' poured the engineer's voice Whistlin' down low 'n piped like clacks By the ol' scarecrow 'n pots 'n pans burn the fireman's hands till the Kettle leaped fire 'round the belly 'o' The bayou boy bums with sunken gums 'n pits his strength to the 7th sons down Parapliers rumbled like uh straight iron gun Like a red hot iron through the egg white 'o' Sunnyland drum, horn blow Sun like uh bubble pop yellow, down she go Muh cowcatcher whistled like uh steel flash scream Hose sucked out for water 'n the wheeldriver Sparkled like an Indian flint 'n the fireman 'n the brakeman bent 'n waved his long red underwear arm All aboard The lantern flared 'n the caboose waved uh green gone on