"Well, I'll forsake my house and home, And I'll forsake my baby. I'll forsake my husband, too, For the love of Black Jack Davey. Ride off with Black Jack Davey."
Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong. And the pearls are from Japan. Well, the dog collar’s from India. And the flower pot’s from Pakistan. All the furniture, it says “Made in Brazil” Where a woman, she slaved for sure. Bringin’ home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve. You know, that’s a lot of money to her.
Down over the window. Comes the dazzling sunlit rays. Through the back alleys—through the blinds. Another one of them endless days. Honey bees are buzzin’. Leaves begin to stir. I’m in love with my second cousin. I tell myself I could be happy forever with her. I keep listenin’ for footsteps. But I ain’t hearing any. From the boat I fish for bullheads. I catch a lot, sometimes too many. A summer breeze is blowing. A squall is settin’ in. Sometimes it’s just plain stupid. To get into any kind of wind.
