I've got a baby's clean conscience.   I walk around with my head off      And in the state of the big sky   The ground holds on to my grandpa's   I'm always walking back one pace   I'm walking back, head off   And in the state of the black feet   The dirt stores much in my familiy   I'm always walking that one way   That dirt stores much in my family      I blew off my laundry   And my clothes hold on to the dirt, see   And in the state of the black feet   I've got a babys clean conscience   I walk around with my shoes off   And the ground holds on to my bad walk