Leo Kottke - Turning Into Randolph Scott (Humid Child) Lyrics
CHORUSTurning into Randolph ScottSome things never changeDried-up, extraordinary -Alkalai on the rangeOnce she was a humid childnodding toward a placesleeping in her vegetableslegumes for a faceOnce she was a humid child;Now, she aintCHORUSCarrots where her eyes were, brightOrange, where she'd blushBrussel sprout-conditioned fistsdropped string beans in her socksOnce she was a humid child;Now, she is not(guitar solo)CHORUS (end with repeating "mmm-mmm")