Sam Baker Palestine Ii
Her people came from Nineveh His people came from Rural Shade They met in the tent Of the traveling Nazarene She took his big hand in hers Led him from the tent to the piney woods Just sixteen A few months later they got married A few more months RoseofSharon got born While he was out cutting pulp A logging chain whipped He never walked again It was an accidental thing So he drank when they had money She worked as a serving girl In the rich folks houses in town RoseofSharon grew up Cutting pictures out of magazines Of houses big and clean RoseofSharon run away With the boy selling bibles Crossed the line in Shreveport Turned sixteen Calls her mother from the payphone A laundromat in Natchez It's not exactly what I dreamed Palestine, Palestine Oh Palestine We've got Satan on the run Shouts the Nazarene
