Palestine II - Sam Baker

Her people came from Nineveh

His people came from Rural Shade

They met in the tent

Of the traveling Nazarene

She took his big hand in hers

Led him from the tent to the piney woods

Just sixteen

A few months later they got married

A few more months RoseofSharon got born

While he was out cutting pulp

A logging chain whipped

He never walked again

It was an accidental thing

So he drank when they had money

She worked as a serving girl

In the rich folks houses in town

RoseofSharon grew up

Cutting pictures out of magazines

Of houses big and clean

RoseofSharon run away

With the boy selling bibles

Crossed the line in Shreveport

Turned sixteen

Calls her mother from the payphone

A laundromat in Natchez

It’s not exactly what I dreamed

Palestine, Palestine

Oh Palestine

We’ve got Satan on the run

Shouts the Nazarene