Down in the southwest Virginia town of Richlands. I fell in love with an Appalachian girl. She lived in a long line of little row houses. On the side of an old strip mining hill.
Walking on the sidewalk, roundball under my arm. Everybody knows how you play is who you are. Walking down the road, looking for a game or two. The real moves come through, no matter what they're gonna do.
I'd like to try throwing the I Ching. I'd like to try someone analyzing my writing. I'd like to see what's written on the crystal stones. And see what happens if I put on my turban.
Come on kids, ya'll come with me. Let's go looking for a Christmas tree. Cross the river and through the woods. I got my axe and it works real good. .
There was a young man named Arthur Gordon. Heir to a large family fortune. Walking 'round, all prissy and full of himself. Pissing money, showing his wealth.
Darkness is definitely fallin'. Movin' so slow I'm barely crawlin'. . Here I sit, dirt on my hands. Lyin' way, out in the Shadowlands. . Leave my bed and here I lie.