Turning Into Randolph Scott

CHORUS



Turning into Randolph Scott

Some things never change

Dried-up, extraordinary -

Alkalai on the range



Once she was a humid child

nodding toward a place

sleeping in her vegetables

legumes for a face

Once she was a humid child;

Now, she aint



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Carrots where her eyes were, bright

Orange, where she'd blush

Brussel sprout-conditioned fists

dropped string beans in her socks

Once she was a humid child;

Now, she is not



(guitar solo)



CHORUS (end with repeating "mmm-mmm")