Transcribed by:

Brian Whitman





Rock on my belly, lying on the bottom of the pool

I'm a rock on the belly, lying on the bottom of the pool

There's a man on the bank ten thousand years my younger

I see a face on the water one hundred hundred years my younger

But I can't go back - He can go back

I can't make back to where I came

As I hold my whole fire under



Legs 'till belly shaking the top of the pool

Legs 'till belly shattering the window of the pool

Mouth and belly sharing the fish down under

Tongue and belly scaring the snakes there too

But I can't go back - the dog won't go back

He won't run the path to his master's home

Said, why is there a bank over yonder



Well, the fish gonna make it home in a couple of days

The birds gonna make it home before this grit turns dry



Everybody's moving but me

Everybody's moving but me

I'm gonna make it home piece by piece

(x2)



There goes my arms *make it home*

There goes my legs *make it home*

There goes my leadbelly



I'm a rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool

Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool

Rock on my belly (x4)

Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool