the volunteers
they come for your prayers
and some souvenirs
with ivory skin
and boycott lessons
year after year

well i'm tracing your face
up in the s___e
of the bottom bunk
oh cordova
where i cried
and i cried
i knew i was trading on
things that i didn't have
the things i didn't have

now you come to me
with revolution's
infidelity
with blacklisted friends
and tupperware kin
and your big history

well i'm tracing your face
up in the s___e
of the bottom bunk
oh cordova
where i cried
and i cried
i knew i was trading on
things that i didn't have
the things i didn't have

i memorize
the lullabies
of dwindling lives
the lay of the land
the touch of each hand
we lose by and by

i'm tracing your face
up in the s___e
of the bottom bunk
oh cordova
where i cried
and i cried
i knew i was trading on
things that i didn't have
the things i didn't have

words and music by amy ray

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