crawdad song

you get a line & i'll get a pole

honey - honey! july thickens, slows to a stop outside, get

your rod and line, the ones that used to be your father's. get

your heart from the closet and your coat from the floor,

pick up the bait. we're going

and we'll go down to the crawdad hole

down to the river, where the bluish things walk crablike

from the sludge behind the old house. picnics were held

here, do you remember? water-crust pie & half-cooked

crawdads, back when butter was a luxury you didn't have.

back before your grandfather knew what war was, before -

whatchu gonna do when the creek runs dry

- babe, babe? listen to me, i'm talking about

your own life, you can't shut it out any more than you can

the crawdad-hole heat, slipping through the cracks

like the tears on sunday mornings when you don't want

to go to church, what do you mean

whatchu gonna do when the crawdads die

the crawdads are - oh -

don't look, don't look, honey, honey, cover your ears,

don't cry oh don't cry, we'll leave, july keeps moving

behind us, river keeps flowing, august, crawdads

honey, oh babe of mine

die & reemerge, turn over & over on their

poles, lines, end of july, please my love don't cry,

it's only a song about the crawdads, honey, oh babe

of mine

anybody recognize the camp-slash-folk song i based this off of? the italicized lines are from that song btw :D