Five AM in the mornin', whiskey still runnin' through my head. I could get out of bed and maybe I'll just have another cigarette. As long as I can remember seems all I've ever done is work.
Well he's truckin' on down from Memphis. Cruisin' down to New Orleans. Tonight he sleeps alone with a cajun queen. Well there's smoke from the stacks a-blowin'.
The summer was out of sight. We couldn't sleep at night. Shadows were closing in. Back in the dark again. Basement we didn't own. Cut off the telephone.
Winter. . ( The fall Cover / Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One LP ). . Entrances uncovered. Street signs you never saw. All entrances delivered.