Baby's Clean Conscience

I've got a baby's clean conscience.

I walk around with my head off

And in the state of the big sky

The ground holds on to my grandpa's

I'm always walking back one pace

I'm walking back, head off

And in the state of the loud feet

The dirt stores much in my familiy

I'm always walking that one way

That dirt stores much in my family

I blew off my laundry

And my clothes hold on to the dirt, see

And in the state of the loud feet

I've got a babys clean conscience

I walk around with my shoes off

And the ground holds on to my bad walk