Junkie's Dream Lyrics - Flyin' High - Blackfoot

Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow 

He?ll make you scream inside 

With his wide brim hat and his Cadillac 

He?ll take you for a riii-ide, oh baby 

Long ago you?d have sold your mother?s soul 

To the man on the street 

But now you sell a night of love, pretty baby 

To the people you meet 

Your old man can?t supply the both of you 

You should know damn well 

So the next time that your junk, baby, it runs out 

You broke the night in hell, 

Oh you broke the night in helllll 

Your good nightmare is a junkie?s dream 

Your good nightmare is a junkie?s (Ooooooooooo) dreammmm 

Oh Ho no (Ooooooooooo) 

And don?t you worry little baby (Ooooooooooo) 

Some day you?ll see it snow (Ooooooooooo) 

Ohhh Your good nightmare is a junkie?s dream 

Your good nightmare Oh 

Is a standin? outside in the rain 

Suitcase in her hand 

Wheels gettin? cold and a she?s getting? old 

And oh God don?t you understand 

A junkie has no promise that a he?ll get by 

Without pumpin? his veins 

So go sell your soul for a bag full of snow 

And if your lucky you?ll die in vain 

And if your lucky you?ll die in vain, Lord, Lord 

Oooooh yeahhh oh 

Yeahhhh ohhhhh lorrrrd