When I turned 12 papa said
Little woman better get yourself a wife
'Cause youre too mean for a man to clean up your life
And if shes the devil, you know shell be your friend.
When I turned 13 I spat in my papas eye
Took off to find my man 'cause I couldnt find a wife
And I spread-eagled in a lot of towns
I couldnt find no man to lay me down
They were so busy a-cock-a-doodle-doo-in
But they still couldnt nail me down
So I grew up lonesome knowing thered be no man
Or woman to get me going through this life
'Cause I was hatched out of a witchs egg
Been doomed to fly high
Like a crane with no legs
I laid down with the devil and his side-kick mankind
But something 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 Ive been set free
My lover is the trade winds that take me out to sea
My life is like nobody elses
Theres only one of me
'Cause I was hatched out of a witchs egg
Been doomed to fly high
Like a crane with no legs.