When I turned 12 papa said    Little woman better get yourself a wife   'Cause you’re too mean for a man to clean up your life   And if she’s the devil, you know she’ll be your friend.      When I turned 13 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-doo-in’   But they still couldn’t nail me down      So I grew up lonesome knowing there’d be no man   Or woman to get me going 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 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 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.