When you're lost in the rain in Juarez. And it's Eastertime too. And your gravity fails. And negativity don't pull you through. Don't put on any airs.
Nobody feels any pain. Tonight as I stand inside the rain. Everybody knows that baby's got new clothes. But lately I see her ribbons and her bows. Have fallen from her curls.
Standing on the water casting your bread. While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.. Distant ships sailing into the mist,. You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing..
John Wesley Harding. Was a friend to the poor,. He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.. All along this countryside,. He opened a many a door,. But he was never known.