Blackbird Pie

Well I'm come back home from seeing my man

With gritty brown hands and eyes of tin

I say baby we aught to make us a plan

He said come on and eat my blackberry jam

Ever love a lass make sure she plays the drums

Don't fall for her guitars no matter how hard she strums

Guitarist as a breed are all really bums

They'll unwrap you and chew you like a piece of gum

There goes white and there goes black

The shadows trip across my dusty pack

I'm listening to the wheel of the steal rail track

Go clickty-clack, clickity-clack

I like boys dark like Alder side

I like girls solid with twinkles in their eyes

When I get home I'm making blackberry pie

Until then I'll listen to these railroad ties

There goes white and there goes black

The shadows trip across my dusty pack

I'm listening to the wheel of the steal rail track

Go clickty-clack, clickity-clack