The magnolia

In shadows of smashed trailer parks
Busted car graveyards
and shady loan sharks

I paid for my gas
Through bullet proof glass

Plywood fences graffiti wars
Boarded up churches and dollar stores

A hungry old dog found rotten catfish bones
Under a capsized boat on an overgrown road

A young girl plays the blues, wants to make me cry
A song about her scared hands
Pill dried eyes she’s scared to die
Scared to stay here in the delta
but too afraid to fly

Trace the bathroom floor tiles with my toe
Suitcase spilled open as the hotel room door
theres a fog in the southern moonshine glow
If I wear my lipstick to bed dad calls me a whore

But I’m keeping the makeup on, storm horns may blow
When the Bolivar shows the bodies the painted faces will glow
Mom would want me looking pretty
When I finally make the tv shows

On the other side of town
Old Mrs Jackson lays her husband down
Ratified the 13th so late on cotton row
Raise confederates as the soul food smokes
Keeping Cleveland as boring
As Southbound Mississippi’s flow

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