Royal Rye

If you ever need a bed made
Full grown weeds behind a brick house
Teenage branches get the beat again
Call the creature and the wind howls
Silverstone Jesus on the highway
Fifty-cent paychecks in a dollar home
All my repentance is in your hands
Water running on your pink palm
I die to question you about your kin
To eat your food and nurse the water pump
Figures in motion for some hundred years
Kicking up particles in dust bowls