No sunshine for a long time, Jet black on a dead man’s hog
Gonna bleed my working knuckles, while she sleeps I’m moving on
One day I’ll do some turning, turn back into myself
Until then I’m breathing empty, dry dust into my lungs

Las Cruces, with a fist full of ones
Broke down that train, and I’m riding a one track mind for a long time going to nowhere

Six days my dog’s been itching, red spots and got no claws
Just read the Constitution, and found it’s full of flaws
Black straps and silver buckles, chrome cap to fry my brain
Two shots and a side of bacon, on the stove with a hard boiled egg

Fort Stockton, Two pennies to none
Broke down that train, and I’m riding a one track mind for a long time going to nowhere

You’re sifting through the wreckage, in the swamps of New Orleans
That lady woke up drinking, killed the bugs on her windowpane
One day I’ll do some learning, and learn to trust myself
Hitch a ride for a western sunset, where they told me all was well

A cloudless sky, drops of acid rain
Broke down that train, and I’m riding a one track mind to the end of the line where I’m born to follow