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When I turned twelve
Papa said: "Little woman
Better get yourself a wife
'Cause you're too mean for a man
She'll clean up your life
And if she's the Devil
You'll know, she'll be your friend"

When I turned thirteen
I spat in my papa's eye
Took off to find my man
'Cause I couldn't find a wife

And I spread-eagled in a lot of towns
I couldn't find no man to lay me down
They were so busy a-cock-a-doodle-doin'
But they still couldn't nail me down

So I grew up lonesome
Knowing there'd be no man
Or woman to get me goin' through this life

'Cause I was hatched out of a witch's egg
Been doomed to fly high
Like a crane with no legs

I laid down with the Devil
And his sidekick, mankind
But somethin' called lovin'
Made me hungry inside

So I went to the Lord and I asked him for more
Than what this world could offer
I laid down with him and I had to grin
'Cause he was shyer than a flower

Now, thanks to the Lord
I've been set free
My lover is the trade winds
That take me out to sea
My life is like nobody else's
There's only one of me

'Cause I was hatched out of a witch's egg
Been doomed to fly high
Like a crane with no legs

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