Bright smile dark eyes Now my work is done I feel I'm owed some joy Oh Imogene and Abelard I'm your homeward boy But there's another one Who brings me to your door And the boat she weaved from the tidal reeds

Who brings it to you Who's your uncle? Detroit to Texas Texas to LA Brooklyn to the bayou Across the southern plains So what makes you think I give a fuck about you Who bring's it to you