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, I'm quiet as a thief.
Tonight, my heart is full of a sad song. My lonesome lover has taken off. I'm wondering around on a cloud. Empty heart, I've been down and out. . It's been a week I think since he wrote and it's sad.
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 are blooming.
Back when I was living in the Quarter. You had just moved in with trouble's daughter. I was insisting that I loved you better than her. All of the crimes that I'd committed.
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 roll my blues away.
Route 30, Route 30 from the coast of Oregon. Gets almost to Chicago before it takes a turn and it cuts on down. To the Jersey Shore. Interstate 5 out of Portland, headed on up north.
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.
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.
Well, you can drop me off in limbo on your way to West Hill [Hell?]. I will give your regards to the moon and the stars. From the bottom of a wishing well.
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 pushing till I did.
Out on the wine dark sea, my pretty baby and me. What do you mean when you say life is so long?. All I know is I'm coming home to Maman. And Maman is so.
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.
Like a [...] come rolling up the plains. Like the pull of the tide. With the full moon again, like the low and distant rumble. Getting closer to the falls.
Moonshiner, moonshiner. Pass it here one more time. Moonshiner, moonshiner. Pass it here one more time. . You've got that good, hard stuff. That always gets me high.
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.
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 long dark night.
You're like a saint's song to me. I'll try to sing it pure and easily. You're like a Mexican blue. So bright and clear and pale in the afternoon. . I saw you riding on your bike.
To see mad Tom of Bedlam. Ten thousand miles I've traveled. Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes. To save her shoes from gravel. . It's well that we sing Bonney boys.
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 like them.
Get down, get down love Henry, she cried. And stay all night with me. I have gold chains and the finest I have. I'll apply them all to thee. . I can't get down and I won't get down.