What's the matter here? You'll never repair

The lady's cursed with insight

You'll never fix her, with a cold stare

She's all broken inside

She made a good go like a weeping willow

Her limbs clung to the ground

She closed the window and made a pillow

And lay the head down

And as her babies slept, she took a long deep breath

Now they're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

Another head cold, another spirit old

February

Her hair was dirty and she was thirty in 1963

And while her babies slept, she took a long deep breath

And they're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

The Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

And drag, and drag, and drag

And drag, and drag

She made a good go for a weeping willow

She stuffed some rags on the floor

She closed the window

She made a pillow on the oven door

And took a long deep breath while her babies slept

Now they're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

They're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

The Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

Hear her blacks crackle & drag

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Writer(s): Paul Westerberg