The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth

Once - The dogs have quit their barking “Son,”- my neighbor said to me. “Know the emptiness of talking blue the same old sheep.” Run - I'll do no more this walking Haunted by a past I just can't see Anymore Anymore But let me tell you I never planned to let go of the hand that has been clinging by its thick country skin to my yellow country teeth to my yellow country teeth Far - Far away from West Virginia I - Will try on New York City Explaining that the sky holds the wind the sun rushes in and a child with a shotgun can shoot down honeybees that sting BUT THIS BOY COULD USE A LITTLE STING! Alright Who - Will get me to a party? Who - Do I have yet to meet? You - You look a bit like coffee and you taste a little like me How - Can I keep me from moving? Now - I need a change of scenery Just listen to me I won't pretend to understand the movement of the wind or the waves out in the ocean or how like the hours I change softly slowly plainly blindly oh me oh my!