Copper & Brine

[Verse 1]
The cicadas sawin' on Lady's Island bridge.
Your screen door sighs, I'm standin' on the ridge
of the porch step. Kerosene lamp throws your face in gold.
I whisper, "Leona, you still feelin' bold?"
You just slide the sweet tea 'cross the pine.
"Chile, what mischief you got on your mind?"

[Chorus]
A little copper and a little brine.
Cut a new problem from an old-growth vine.
A little dark, and a little time.
A little copper and a little brine.

[Verse 2]
"They put the chain-link up on Fuller's Creek."
I say, watching your slow smile start to speak.
You nod your head, go to the kitchen drawer.
"My daddy's cutters, from before the war.
He said, 'Some fences ain't for keepin' in.'
Now you go on and commit a righteous sin."

[Chorus]
A little copper and a little brine.
Cut a new problem from an old-growth vine.
A little dark, and a little time.
A little copper and a little brine.

[Bridge]
They call it 'Private', a word that tastes like rust.
They own the paper, but we own the dust.
And da water don't read no 'Do Not Cross' sign.

[Chorus]
(Main Vocal)
A little copper and a little brine.
Cut a new problem from an old-growth vine.
A little dark, and a little time.
A little copper and a little brine.
(Countermelody)
(Da wata sabe... da wata sabe...)
(Da wata sabe where e' gwine...)

[Outro]
Yeah, the water knows its own design.
A little copper and a little brine.