Worn Out Shoes lyrics

I'm the red kettle, water on the boil Just before the whistling The ground exhausted and torn The back of my neck glistening I don't have anything left You always take me like that For what it's worth All I have for you Is a handful of trash and some worn out shoes I'm a wrung rag on the line A burning lamp on the stand A hooked fish tied from the fire The farmer's cracked and calloused hands I don't have anything left You always take me like that For what it's worth All I have for you Is a handful of trash and some worn out shoes I'm the barren branch of a tree Waiting once again to bear Tongue-tied with the words out of reach It's a fight that's never quite fair I don't have anything left You always take me like that For what it's worth All I have for you Is a handful of trash and some worn out shoes