Came back to this hole
Thinking God Bless the USA
Thinking Aunt Jemima married Uncle Sam
Thinking in their sweet union
They conceived the Lord
And that's how all this blessing began
My tuber/
My night shade/
My roots/
And my country/
And my spade.
Came back to this hole
I was
Sick of potatoes
Sick of you and
Sick of me
Came back to this sack
OH
That I was born from
Back to the home
Of the Brave and the Free
And I'm deathly aware
Of the dents in my piety
They
Do not compare
With the garden Variety
They
Cuss and they cloy and they
Spud up the bones
That war destroyed
Came back to this hole
Just-a looking for some sugar honey
Looking for a place to lay my head
We tapped up dry
Aint no starch to be scared up
Darlin'
Said our prayers and
Went to bed
My tuber/
My night shade/
My roots/
And my country/
And my spade.
credits
from II,
released January 23, 2016
Mastered by LANDR
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022