Balls In The Wind

I wanna tell you a story
Bout a happy little boy
That came into this world
With his balls in the wind.
Happily

Bury me underneath the willow tree.

Pointing to the south where it is warm as can be.

Bury me with my love near my grave.

blind tortoise...

can no longer be a tortoise, anymore,
content in the safety of it's shell,
am a seeker of truth...
even if

Bury me in the Carolina sand

Now matter how far I am away

It will always be my homeland

The world has eaten me up

And spit

Bury me, my shell,
For this, I will no longer use,
Let this stay, for family to visit,
Leave flowers in my memory,
For I have