Tori Amos Tombigbee Lyrics

To you it's another day, to me it's a grim reaping,
Just another shooting star strung out on your wire.
p____ my finger on his virgin silver
he told me raw, Ginger, carmelize me.

Tombigbee, Tombigbee, help me hang these bones.
Gotta hang these bones out to dry.
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved,
Gonna hang these bones out to dry.
Dry... dry... dry... oh yeah.

Got a blackberry stain and they're not even in season,
If you're not yet a woman you've got no business playing at this.

Tombigbee, Tombigbee, help me hang these bones.
Gotta hang these bones out to dry.
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved,
Gotta hang these bones out to dry.
Dry... dry... dry... oh you're doing that.

So you get done, then you get some.
Should have known it won't hold you for long.
Ah, then you say right, this is all mine,
But-a hasn't your donor card expired,
from blue ridge to cattail on the prairie,
from fly-over country back through mississippi,
I said-a who made you go, but you raise me twenty, I'm raising you five a hundred treaties signed by your father's lies who made you go, cause i'm trailing her tears the ones you won't hold you roll me a carpet, roll me a carpet, boy roll me a carpet from a-here to Oklahoma... ooh...

Tombigbee, Tombigbee, help me hang these bones.
Gotta hang these bones out to dry.
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved,
And I'm gonna hang these bones out to dry.
Dry... dry... dry... I'm doing, dry... dry... dry...