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Drink From My Calabash





You came to my house

As sneaky as mouse

I offer you water in my calabash

I’m open I have nothing to stash

You felt bad maybe

I aroused your curiosity

What a simple life I live

I have nothing to give

‘Cause I gave you water in a calabash

Which I use to cook and to wash

I am not rich- I do not horde

I give you what I can afford

I do not make false promises

And do not live up to the Joneses

The calabash came from a tree

And it’s clean and healthy

It was not made by man

It came from the land

Man has to go back to the basics

Put aside science and physics

And try his bleddy darn best

To be sincere and honest

And use the truth for his cure

And take a lesson from Nature.