Dunderhead

And I don't waste time

I just bleed right into the ground

I got a couple of drops of Indian blood

Mostly on my hands

I got a new brand

I got an echo like a tune in my head

When I'm fucking with the land

I got a long long drive of bloody cloth

I keep pulling out of my mouth

I got a tiny little file of come to me

And a gallon of get the fuck out

I got a skin drum in my heart

It's going boom boom boom

It's all you, it's all you

I got a constant worry about the weatherman

Hailstones in a can

I got a Black Hills tattoo on my forehead

Talking to me

I got a mental electric piano

Accompanying me

I got keys, silken pollen

This shared light, this white owl

I got a map of the hills on the back of my hand

Mostly in my mind

Picture me rolling

When I'm fucking with the land

This woods woman

Louisiana lazy lady

Plant man, Indian vet

White sands, Quincy Neal, sleeping bear

Someday the table's going to turn table

Faded pictures in the hallway

In the mall, the big fall

Some of our citizens fled in dismay

The evergreen trees

The answer, too easy to learn

You got keys

Death and his little dog time

We got us a situation

And I've been thinking

Thunder dreaming, dunderhead, trash master

Old owl in a bowl

Lost illusions, there is no edge

This shared light, this white owl

Northern water snake, three-legged coyote

Grey-eyed, rosy-fingered dawn

Oh God, all over town

Thunder dreamer

I got a couple of drops of Indian blood

Mostly on my hands

I got a new brand

I got a tiny little file of come to me

And a gallon of get the fuck out

I got a skin drum in my heart