Dust bowl gave birth to a timber built town set in hard baked earth. Where I once rolled in Kansas mud, caught cradling the man I loved. Dirty water tastes so sweet.
Treats me just like his queen, I'm like Elizabeth Taylor, he's my James Dean. Our bodies embossed on my starch sheets drinking burdock and bourbon neat. Dirty water tastes so sweet.
Mother says don't touch his hand, she says don't wear that dress, I said please. And she said, Dirty water tastes, tastes so sweet . We loved as well as we could have done, hanging out like wild wild indians. In a slat shack timber frame, where a rusty mailbox bears our name. Dirty water tastes so sweet.
Mother says don't touch his hand, she says don't wear that dress, I said please. And she said, Dirty water tastes so sweet. Dirty water tastes, tastes so sweet.
Mother says don't touch his hand, she says don't wear that dress, I said please. She said, Dirty water tastes so sweet. Dirty water tastes, tastes so sweet.