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Cane Cutter

H. Wohlwend, Winter 2005


My daddy said don’t walk the cane fields at night alone

A cane cutter’s not the kind of man you can make your own

Sweet as syrup, but he cuts like a knife

And that ain’t no life

For a daughter of mine



[I said]

I got a fire in my belly and swamp inside my head

I got a fire in my belly and I feel like I’m half dead

It’s raining under my skin

I can’t give in

He’s my last sin


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