(Dan Messe)
We were raised in the nettles
And they showed us how they grow—
Where a poison comes to settle
And what a poisoned man comes to know
So me and Jessie, we left Ohio—
Left him bleeding on the valley floor
I felt so dirty I could hardly stand it—
Carrying Jessie on my back
She said, hold on, I know you’ll bury him for me
Hold on, I know you’ll bury him for me
Hold on, I know you’ll carry me and carry me and
Carry me home
Tell me nothing’s wrong there
Tell me nothing’s wrong there
Tell me nothing’s wrong there
Nothing’s wrong there
Nothing’s wrong there