Broke

If you're broke then I will carry you

If you're broken then I want that too

Further down, beside that creek we used to play

Lying there among the weeds, covered up by shake

And you'd say

We're not ever coming down

You can sit and pray

Rocks and stones and anyhow

You won't catch no rain

Further down we're running out

If truth is what you like

Bars of soap crammed in your mouth

With honey jars and flies

Sit and cry

If you're broke then I will carry you

If you're broken then I want that too

Further down, beside that creek we used to play

Lying there among the weeds covered up by shake

And you'd say