You lie over there in a bed with iron rails Like a frightened child in the cold light so frail And things were going so well, just rolling along Now,
Deep down in the south county Over where the paper mill runs Lived a man, a young country doctor With the perfect wife and sons Well he worked his days
It's been a long time coming This feeling I've got That things'll always go your way Such a long shot Been so deep in the hole Thought I'd never come
It's coming any day said the captain It's coming any day now cried the priest The people in high places may defend you But son you better hope they keep
It's coming one day now said the captain It's coming one day now cried the priest. The people in high places may defend you But son you better hope
When the night lies so still Oh before I go to sleep I come by, I come by Oh just to look at you In the dim light I say That in my own small way I will
They're looking for some hired guns on the Texas border To shoot 'em all down if they try to cross over the water And they've got their old white hoods
Close your eyes and slip away To the dream of your fancy Close your eyes and float downstream To where the marsh grass dances Take you down where the
Good seed don't grow on the barren ground There were people living in a green valley Found a way to make a lot of money Made the green turn gradually
We've lived around here most all of our lives Did most anything we wanted to do We will celebrate every 4th of July Just a little tamer than most of the
A strong man feels weak in the still heat of the day Nothing is black and white, just a hazy gray There's a long lonesome sound in the distance calling
I'm leaning on a rail Letting my eyes roam over the plain I'm laughing on my break Feeling like a captive on a long chain Watch the people pick up sticks
I'm walking outside and I see you arrive I say, "Let's go for a ride, and have a good old time" Whoa, I'm saving up lies, or just stay quiet every time
I met a fan dancer down Southside Birmingham She was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand She said he's tryin' to save me but I'm doin
You know I think it's a funny thing People talk without listening People listen without hearing I do it all the time You know it's a funny phenomenon
There was a man of confused and sad nature Thought no one loved him, that was not true He said, he was a lost soul, didn't fit in anywhere Didn't know
Is he sane or insane That's all they want to know Is he crazy or strange then If so I want to go I've seen him leave at night Followed him so far Drove
There's a man workin' in a field See's the rain and it's burning He's saying this can't be real Oh as he sees the color of the fields turning Far away