I want to go where the blind can see. I want to go where the lame will walk. I wanna see the sick ones clean. Where the deaf can hear and the silent talk.
Well, they put Geronimo in jail down south. Where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth. Sargent, Sargent, don't you fear. There's something wrong with that automobile.
Seven blue stones in the desert sand. A shiny gun in a young thief's hand. A stolen car and a broken dream. Blood on his hands and it won't come clean.
Out beyond the broken billboards. And the signs along the road. There's a trail your heart must follow. No one but you could ever know. . Where the winds and the coyote.
Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bend. I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when. Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on.
A child will walk, a child will run. A child with faith, faith will fly. . Anita hasn't walked right since she was small. Her legs are short and twisted, not straight and tall.
I saw Judas Iscariot with a bottle of wine. Talkin' suicide with an old friend of mine. They gathered a crowd down at the end of the tracks. And a woman cried out, "When is God comin' back?".
The skies are blue, but I still hear thunder. The skies are clear, but there's lightning under my skin. It's gonna rain again, and when the rains come down.
David had an eagle tatooed on his right arm. He got it back in high school, when we were working on the farm. He's still got that arrowhead we found when we were kids.
Put on your best new dress,. And let your hair hand down. Leave behind that kitchen mess,. We're going out on the town. I'll put my new boots on,. Brush off my hat.
About three miles up that run down road. There's an old town dump with some fool's gold. And it's waitin' for a bandit's hand to steal. . And what one soul lost I'd always find.
Some are born to wealth and given shelter from the storm. Some were always held and had a fire to keep them warm. Some are born to poverty with no roof above their head.
Ridin' on to El Paso, followin' the rodeo. When she stole my heart under a desert moon. In a bordertown down in Mexico, where all the lonely cowboys go.
There's a dangerous journey. You'll have to take. Be careful what you carry. Be careful what you take. . Blow on blessing wind. Blow on blessing wind.
He sang Honky Tonk Woman and American Pie. Most big city people would rather pass him by. Hes been sleeping on sidewalks under a neon sky. Lonely heart of a rebel has made the boy streetwise.
The last fall of the morning rain drips off the wino's shoes. He's sleeping in a cardboard tent too drunk to know it's through. But the rainbow from this morning storm can't be too far behind.