Houses for rent, came and they
went with the summer
Students for sale, backwater
jail, what a bummer
My father's my foe, he gave
me this bow and arrow
The powers that be came here
to see our condition
What I do with a girl's no
concern to the world's cold inspection
My father's my foe, he gave
me this bow and arrow
He built me this bed, he screwed
on my head in the morning
He gave up the fight, now
I have the right to ignore him
My father's my foe, he gave
me this bow and arrow
Father came South and swallowed
a mouthful of sea salt
Easy and free, don't look
at me like it's my fault
My father's my foe, he gave
me this bow and arrow
Father is gone. now I carryon
the religion
Birds overhead sing of the
dead with their squealing
My father's my foe. he gave
me this bow and arrow
© 1984 by Andrew Calhoun
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