Bellerin’ Plain

[Verse 1]
Parapliers the willow dipped
Rolled roots gnarled like rakers
This hollow hole don't hold no jokers or fakers
Don't fall by no jokers or fakers
Puller down to the stirrin' hay acres

[Verse 2]
Parapliers pinches uh levy 'n pulled way thru the toe
Foothills, locomotives walked 'n sugar beets rolled down the tracks
Sunburn bounce soot off the black smokestacks
Parapliers pinched up slow down the sky blue 'o'
Poured the engineer's voice whistlin' down low
'n piped like clacks by the ol' scarecrow
'n pots 'n pans burn the fireman's hands till the
Kettle leaped fire round the belly 'o'

[Verse 3]
The bayou boy bums with sunken gums
'n pits his strength to the 7th sons down
Parapliers rumbled like a straight iron gun
Like a red hot iron thru the egg white 'o'
Sunnyland drum, horn blow
Sun like a bubble pop yellow, down she go

[Verse 4]
Mah cowcatcher whistled like a steel flash scream
Hose sucked out for water 'n the wheeldriver
Sparkled like an Indian flint
'n the fireman 'n the brakeman
Bent 'n waved his long red underwear arm, all aboard
Then the lantern flared
'n the caboose waved a green gone on