Andrew Calhoun

Bow and Arrow 

©1986 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Walk Me To the War. 

My name is my mark, my vision's a dark silver lining;
My mother's a tree, she cries out to me with her whining. 
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow. 

Houses for rent, came and went with the summer; 
Students for sale, backwater jail, what a bummer. 
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow. 

The powers that be came here to see our condition;
What I do with a girl's no concern to the world's cold tradition. 
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow. 

He built me this bed, he screwed on my head in the morning; 
He gave up the fight, now I have the right to ignore him. 
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow. 

Father came south, and swallowed a mouthful of sea salt; 
Easy and free, don't look at me like it's my fault. 
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow. 

Father is gone, now I carry on the religion; 
Birds overhead sing of the dead with their squealing. 
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow.