My paper cuts have turned maroon

The color of my bow

I tied it like a noose today

And I almost got sent home

'Cause I just sack the groceries here

And I watch your world go by

The big black belt keeps turning 'round

And that Southern sun is in my eyes

And chickens keep on drifting down

In plastic bags of red

With turkey necks and smoked hog jowl

And none of it looks very dead



And I'm a vegetarian

And I'm not from the South

But if I were you I'd bury them

Not put them in my mouth



But I just sack the groceries here

And I watch your world go by

The big black belt keeps turning 'round

And there's something

Something in my eye



And Mister is a blind man

With a smile pure as the Pope

And as I help him find his way

He whispers me all his dirty jokes



He offered me a ruby locket

One day behind the store

But he couldn't make me want it

'Cause I've heard that on before



And did I come here to chase the truth

Or to run away from lies

The big black belt keeps turning 'round

And I'm so tired I want to cry



But I met Harlan Howard here

And I smiled at Lee Sklar

And now I'll sit and sneak a beer

While I sing my songs for these dusty cars



'Cause I just sack the groceries here

And I watch your world go by

The big black belt keeps turning 'round

And maybe so should I