Sticks and Stones

All these sticks and stones
They take me home, they won't control me
'Cause I was born in Hickory
It's in my bones, it takes me home
Ooh, ooh

Hold me in the creek
With your bare hands to keep my under
I was born in undertow
It takes me home, it takes me home

Headlights on the road
They set me free, they baptize me
In your eyes, I see myself
I see a child, I see a ghost

You could bury me, an unmarked grave in the earth
But I am a stone, I am thе dirt

All these sticks and stones
Thеy take me home, it takes me home