You can call me the sheik of tomorrow. Sleeping on the burning sand. You can call me the king of the cowboys. 'Cause everybody shakes my hand. You can call me the soft shoe banana.
Thirty days, Lord and thirty nights. I'm comin' home on an airplane flight. Mama waitin' at the ticket line. "Tell me son why do you stand there cryin'?".
Well, I used to wake the mornin'. Before the rooster crowed. Searchin' for soda bottles. To get myself some dough. Brought 'em down to the corner. Down to the country store.
Well, my poor, broke mama told me. When I was twelve years old. Said, you eatin', talkin' 'nare too fast. There's one thing you should know. Should take your time, my sweet baby.
Yeah, too much alcohol, yeah. . I went down on 31st Street. To pick up a jug of alcohol. Well, I went down on 31st Street. To pick up a jug of alcohol.
Tattoo'd lady, bearded baby, they're my family. When I was lonely, something told me where I could always be. Where I could wish for pennies, if we had any.