Wash Jones

I was talking to an oak tree

When a cypress butted in

I caught a raven

Made a nest inside my skin

To understand me better

You ought not to follow me home

I make a wish, I clean the fish

Lord, that's why they call me Wash Jones

That's why they call me Wash Jones

I can scream like the cicadas in the sea

Right at the boat

Ride a train to Memphis

When there's cotton to be sold

To understand me better

You ought not to follow me home

I make a wish, I clean the fish, lord

I feel like driving but my car won't run

I feel like flying but my wings won't cut

I was lost out in the bottom

I was cuttin' through the cane

Tried my team on your rusty trace chain

To understand me better

You ought not to follow me home

I make a wish, I clean the fish

Lord, that's why they call me Wash Jones

That's why they call me Wash Jones

That's why they call me Wash Jones

That's why they call me Wash Jones