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Lord of Haiti

from Ditchlore by Heather French Henry

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Gold is just a stone I suppose
I feel it in my belly in my bones
and care about all the nights we have to spend alone
Gold is just a stone I suppose

And being Lord of Haiti is just the same
as waking up in Dallas voodoo rain
and not to even have a dollar to your name
being Lord of Haiti is just the same

What else can I do?
I'm lost and tired of you
left shattered blue, empty handed for you

It's where my home could be
where one can drive without his shirt on
but unlucky for me the generals been drinking

The sculptress makes her way
she's tall and dark and got nothing to say
and everyone was there to touch her long black hair

So I wait for it and I take from it what I will
And the name of it as I lay above it
I can't tell
Is there a map for me there?
A promise for every need?
Going down the wire I'm burning

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from Ditchlore, released August 29, 2012

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