Turncloaking - Annuals

If your goodly wants your blood, you’re dead*

If your woman wants you out, you’re gone

If your womans ask for thought, you never drink

And when the mornin leaves your head, you drink til morn

And how I tried

I opened my heart and it’s…

And now it’s dry

And lost you I’m turncloakin'

Turncloakin'

When you walk, you walk surrounded

You’re facin' up your cards surrounded

And tryin' to mate your livin' thought to own it

And after all I do and give, it’s useless

And how I tried

I opened my heart and it’s…

And now it’s died

And lost you I’m turncloakin'