Where have you been, girl?
Down by the root-rot black-barked trees;
Walking in the bad water up to my knees.
Why, girl, why?
To carry these tarantula babies in my hair,
So they don't sink slow with their bellies to the air.
You know I love you, girl.
The road is flooded where the water snakes slide;
They feel like the arms of the devil going by.
Come back home, girl.
In my room is a hat pin long and sharp,
Like the scorpion tail hidden under my heart.