Dead cigarettes, the ashes of dying
My old daddy, he’s gone away
Off to the moon with Apollo
To find someone to call baby

He said darling, be my honey pie
Get me through the winter time
Be the tree marrow, in my bone bark
Saw me down and make a bow

I’d tell you of my shivers
For a slice of whiskey pie
Then wear the brick walls
Ivy scarf, singing blue jay lies