Babies Clean Conscience

I've got a baby's clean conscience.
 I walk around with my head off
 And in the state of the big sky
 The ground holds on to my grandpa's
 I'm always walking back one pace
 I'm walking back, head off
 And in the state of the black feet
 The dirt stores much in my familiy
 I'm always walking that one way
 That dirt stores much in my family
 I blew off my laundry
 And my clothes hold on to the dirt, see
 And in the state of the black feet
 I've got a babys clean conscience
 I walk around with my shoes off
 And the ground holds on to my bad walk