My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue In a lonely silent grave lies the heart that beat so true He sank faint and hungry among the famish'd brave
Oh, the sun's too bright And the mountains are too far And there's nowhere in town I can get to in my broken car I've got nowhere to go but to sleep
Feeling my blues, I tear myself away He will never have to hear what I had to say My little words are lost in the wind With no where to go and I am just
When the supreme authorities of our culture Tell us to get down on our knees And beg for salvation from some divinity Is it any wonder there are people
Jack and Edie lying across my bed Flying high like the spirits of the dead The living and the dead, the living and the dead Our Lady of Sorrows and the
Gimme that old fashion morphine Gimme that old fashion morphine Gimme that old fashion morphine It's good enough for me What was good enough for my grandpa
Tonight, my heart is full of a sad song My lonesome lover has taken off I'm wanderin' around on a cloud Empty-hearted and down and out It's been a week
Go down the back roads, don't take it too slow You don't have the time for a long flirtation You don't have the time for the least hesitation Roses all
My sullen songs have taken me far down this darkened road I have seen the campfires burning, I have heard the drunkards howl I'm silent in my solitude
Only a few old petals left On the rose that touched your hand My little heart is a graveyard It's a no man's land You could tell I didn't care, you kept
I've been knocked out Drugged and loaded River's roarin' on before me And I look down at my reflection Where its headed, no direction River Won't you
Oh maybe, I'm a poor girl That doesn't bother me at all Maybe, I'm a poor girl But it doesn't bother me at all When this world comes crashing down I
I wanna die, I wanna die Down south Louisiana And the gray evening sky I wanna die I don't care how, I'm getting out Down south Louisiana And the lonesome
Everything around here makes me sad Everything is part of the dreams that we had That will never be the way we wanted them to be When we dreamed these
Sweet loving man you got something to prove That's alright darling I'm trying too I'm trying to figure it out and it's the best I can do Just to keep
Ghostly girl, too light to stand on the ground Nothing you do is done And I can tell, you are not real Girl, what are you doing here I don't know why
Well, I feel like an old hobo, I'm sad, lonesome and blue I was fair as a summer's day, now the summer days are through You pass through places and places
Hey little Missy Don?t think we won?t miss you When you go out on the road When you go out on the road I know half of the story Has never been told Well