Well sunshine. Fall on me. Won't you tell me. When the hour is late. Tell them old crows. Want to fly away. Tell the darkness. That you ain't no slave.
Here I go again straight up out the motel. Hock my guitar out of a pawn shop jail. If I quit, I'm just rolling the dice. Couldn't pass up the red beans and rice singin'.
When I die, Lord. Oh, won't You put my soul up on a train. Won't You send it southbound. Give a cool blues man name. . 'Cause I've been lost on them back roads.