From the recording Funky Blood

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I grow delirious roses
In a garden out by my shed
They sway to my beat and they moan for water
Even though they’ve only just fed

Out at night the roses stay warm
Soot colored clay pots holdin’ strong
The garden is young but the barn needs building
I gamble the rattlesnake run

Vacant watch thorns frozen in held breath
Wooden creaks from the evergreens forlorn
They fight for their lives and the light in my eyes
Red flower my chains undone

I grow delirious roses
Their buds cannon balls to be
I once was a drifter but now I’m a gardener
And I drift to the flower within
Yes I drift to the flower within