Big Canal

Up on the bank, of the Big Canal

Watch the water roll by, all by myself

The only sound when the hot wind blows

Is a tracking rattling in the wind like a box of bones

Roll water roll, deep and slow

She was mine for a little while, but I let her go

I can watch the road from where I sit

Scratching pictures in the dirt with a pointed stick

Like a rabbit run, like a Bobwhite fly

Like a blackbird drawing circles in the sky

Roll water roll, clean and deep

She was mine for a little while, now she’s yours to keep

Roll water roll, clean and deep

She was mine for a little while, now she’s yours to keep