Sticks and Stones

Oh, these sticks and stones

They take me home, they won't control me

'Cause I was born in hickory

It's in my bones, it takes me home

Ooh, ooh

Hold me in the creek

With your bare hands to keep me under

But I was born in undertow

It takes me home, it takes me home

Headlights on the road

They set me free, they baptize me

In your eyes, I see myself

I see a child, I see a ghost

You can bury me in an unmarked grave in the Earth

But I am the stone, I am the dirt

Oh, these sticks and stones

I take me home, it takes me home