nothin'

don't know nothin' bout the chitlins cookin' on the stove
don't know nothin' bout the pickerel swimmin' in the cove
don't know nothin' bout the baby in the swaddlin' clothes
don't know nothin' bout forgiveness or how that stuff goes

I know the sunrise on the river
I know the cracking of the clay
I know the smell of sawdust
I know the smell of hay

don't know nothin' bout the chitlins though
don't know nothin' bout your sin, and no
don't know nothin' bout that baby there
don't know nothin' bout forgiveness, I swear.