The grocery song

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