My paper cuts have turned maroon   The color of my bow   I tied it like a noose today   And I almost got sent home   'Cause I just sack the groceries here   And I watch your world go by   The big black belt keeps turning 'round   And that Southern sun is in my eyes   And chickens keep on drifting down   In plastic bags of red   With turkey necks and smoked hog jowl   And none of it looks very dead   And I'm a vegetarian   And I'm not from the South   But if I were you I'd bury them   Not put them in my mouth   But I just sack the groceries here   And I watch your world go by   The big black belt keeps turning 'round   And there's something   Something in my eye   And Mister is a blind man   With a smile pure as the Pope   And as I help him find his way   He whispers me all his dirty jokes   He offered me a ruby locket   One day behind the store   But he couldn't make me want it   'Cause I've heard that on before   And did I come here to chase the truth   Or to run away from lies   The big black belt keeps turning 'round   And I'm so tired I want to cry   But I met Harlan Howard here   And I smiled at Lee Sklar   And now I'll sit and sneak a beer   While I sing my songs for these dusty cars   'Cause I just sack the groceries here   And I watch your world go by   The big black belt keeps turning 'round   And maybe so should I