'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud. I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
Oh, the ragman draws circles. Up and down the block.. I'd ask him what the matter was. But I know that he don't talk.. And the ladies treat me kindly.
Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'?. Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?. Seems like I been down this way before.. Is there any truth in that, senor?.