When I turned 12 papa said Little woman better get yourself a wife 'Cause youre too mean for a man to clean up your life And if shes the devil, you know shell be your friend. When I turned 13 I spat in my papas eye Took off to find my man 'cause I couldnt find a wife And I spread-eagled in a lot of towns I couldnt find no man to lay me down They were so busy a-cock-a-doodle-doo-in But they still couldnt nail me down So I grew up lonesome knowing thered be no man Or woman to get me going through this life 'Cause I was hatched out of a witchs egg Been doomed to fly high Like a crane with no legs I laid down with the devil and his side-kick mankind But something called lovin made me hungry inside So I went to the lord and I asked him for more Than what this world could offer I laid down with him and I had to grin 'Cause he was shyer than a flower Now thanks to the lord Ive been set free My lover is the trade winds that take me out to sea My life is like nobody elses Theres only one of me 'Cause I was hatched out of a witchs egg Been doomed to fly high Like a crane with no legs.