I've got a baby's clean conscience, I walk around with my head off
And in the state of the big sky, the ground holds onto my grandpa's
I'm always walking that one pace, I'm walking back, head off
And in the state of the black feet, the dirt stores much of my family's
I'm always walking that one way, the dirt stores much of my family
I blew off my laundry, and my clothes hold onto the dirt, see
And in the state of the black feet, I've got a baby's clean conscience
I walk around with my shoes off, and the ground holds on to my bad walk.