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
Chorus:
[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