From the recording The Battle of Bunker Hill
Lyrics
I took a taste of summer’s plums And so was I, Lord, so was I
I felt the juice run down my thumbs And so was I, Lord, so was I
My collar stained with crimson sweet And so was I, Lord, so was I
Let cotton nectar be my feast
And so was I, Lord, so was I
The hammers pound, the sidewalk breaks
And so was I, Lord, so was I
And you alone were the mistake AndsowasI,Lord,sowasI
And so was I, Lord, so was I