Lyrics:

Preamble:
FZ: 'What ya got there Don...?'
CB: ''Um... just a... uh the lyrics of ...uh... those albums...'
FZ: 'What's that...? From the Trout Mask album?'
CB: 'Yeah... 'n Lick My Decals...'
FZ: 'Why don't you ah... Do you wanna do a version of Orange Claw Hammer, live, in the studio...?'
CB: 'Uh, yeah...'

The song:
Thick cloud caught
a Piper Cub's tail
A match struck blue
on a railroad rail
The old puff horse
was just pullin' thru
'N uh' man wore
a peg-leg, forever
I'm on the bum
where the hobos run
The air breaks
with filthy chatter
Oh, I don't care
there's no place there
I don't think
it even matters
My skin's blazin' thru
an' my clothes, in tatters
An' the railroad looked like a 'Y'
up the hill, of ladders
One shoe fell on the gravel
one stick poked down
An' grey of age fell down
on a pair of ears
An eagle shined thru my hole
...watch-pocket
Gingham girl, baby girl
passed me by, in tears
An' a jack rabbit raised
his folded ears
A beautiful, sage-brush
...Jack rabbit
An' an oriole sang like an orange
his breast full o' worms
An' his tail clawed the evenin'
like a hammer-rrrrr...
An' his wings took t' air
like a bomber-rrrrr!...
My rain-can caught me
a cup o' water-rrrrr...
When I got into town
odd jobs Mam?
Aaahhhhhh!
your horse, I'll fodder
I'm the round-house man
I once... was ya' father
Little up t' road
a candy-striped barber pole
An' above it read a sign,
'Painless Parker-rrrrr'...
Licorice twisted around,
under a fly
An' a youngster
cocked her eye
God! Before me,
if I'm not crazy?...
Is my
daughter-rrrrr...
Come, little one,
with yer little
Dimpled fingers,
gimme one
An' I'll buy you...uhhh...
a cherry phosphate
Take you down t' the foamin'
brine 'n water-rrrrr...
An' show you the wooden tits!
on the Goddess!
With the pole out...
...full sail!...
That tempted away
ya' peg-legged father
I was shanghied
by a high-hat,
Beaver-moustache man...
an' his pirate friend
I woke up in vomit 'n beer
in a banana bin
An' a soft lass
with brown skin...
Bore me seven babies
with snappin black eyes
An' beautiful
ebony skin
An' here it is, I'm with you,
my daughter-rrrrr...
Thirty years away
can make a seaman's eyes...
A round-house man's eyes...
...flow out!...
Salt water-rrrrr!...
Salt water-rrrrr...