What's the matter here? You'll never repair The lady's cursed with insight You'll never fix her, with a cold stare She's all broken inside She made a good go like a weeping willow Her limbs clung to the ground She closed the window and made a pillow And lay the head down And as her babies slept, she took a long deep breath Now they're zipping her up in a bag Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag? And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag? Another head cold, another spirit old February Her hair was dirty and she was thirty in 1963 And while her babies slept, she took a long deep breath And they're zipping her up in a bag Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag? The Cadillac's waiting to take her away Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag? And drag, and drag, and drag And drag, and drag She made a good go for a weeping willow She stuffed some rags on the floor She closed the window She made a pillow on the oven door And took a long deep breath while her babies slept Now they're zipping her up in a bag Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag? And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag? They're zipping her up in a bag Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag? The Cadillac's waiting to take her away Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag? Hear her blacks crackle & drag