Señor, señor, can you tell me where we're headin'? Lincoln County Road or Armageddon? Seems like I been down this way before. Is there any truth in that, señor? Señor, señor, do you know where she is hidin'? How long are we gonna be ridin'? How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door? Will there be any comfort there, señor? There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck, There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck. There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not." Señor, señor, I can see that painted wagon, smell the tail of the dragon. Can't stand the suspense anymore. Can you tell me who to contact here, señor? Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field. A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring He said: "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing." Señor, señor, you know their hearts here as hard as leather. Well, give me a minute, let me get it together. I just gotta pick myself up off the floor. I'm ready when you are, señor. Señor, señor, let's overturn these tables, Disconnect these cables. This place don't make sense to me no more. Can you tell me what we're waiting for, señor?

As I went out one morning To breathe the air around Tom Paine's, I spied the fairest damsel That ever did walk in chains. I offer'd her my hand She took me by the arm I knew that very instant, She meant to do me harm. "Depart from me this moment," I told her with my voice. Said she, "But I don't wish to," Said I, "But you have no choice." "I beg you, sir," she pleaded From the corners of her mouth, "I will secretly accept you And together we'll fly south." Just then Tom Paine, himself, Came running from across the field, Shouting at this lovely girl And commanding her to yield. And as she was letting go her grip, Up Tom Paine did run, "I'm sorry, sir," he said to me, "I'm sorry for what she's done."

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive as you or me Tearing through these quarters In the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm And a coat of solid gold Searching for the very souls Whom already have been sold Arise, arise, he cried so loud With a voice without restraint Come out, ye gifted kings and queens And hear my sad complaint No martyr is among ye now Whom you can call your own But go on your way accordingly And know you're not alone I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive with fiery breath And I dreamed I was amongst the ones That put him out to death Oh, I awoke in anger So alone and terrified I put my fingers against the glass And bowed my head and cried

The bells of Mary tell me They say it's late before it's dark Well the bells of Mary tell me They say it's late before it's dark While she's crushing out those embers I'm still searching for a spark Forgive me if I tell you Honey, you're just too hard to please Please don't kill me when I tell you Honey you're just too hard to please You make me tip toe over the ocean Crawl the desert on my knees When I told you that I loved you You said you'd heard it all before When I told you that I loved you You said you'd heard it all before I give you my heart, my soul You say you've been given more Well the bells of Mary tell me They say it's late before it's dark Well the bells of Mary tell me They say it's late before it's dark While she's crushing out those embers I'm still searching for a spark.

Down in some lone valley In a sad lonesome place Where the wild birds do warble Their notes to increase Farewell sweet Scarlett I bid thee Adieu But I dream of sweet Scarlett Wherever I go Well my love she won't have me So I understand She wants a freeholder Who owns a house and land I cannot maintain her With silver and gold And all of the fine things That a big house can hold If I was a poet And could write a fine hand I'd write my love a letter That she'd understand I'd write it by the river Where the water overflows But I dream of sweet Scarlett Wherever I go

Seven long years I have lived in this prison My poor eyes have seen not much but this cell The walls so close have broken my vision And lately I've been wondering if I'm living in hell Sometimes a bird would fly through the window I'd put up a sheet to keep the bird in Then I'd be happy if just for a short while But it breaks my heart to hear the bird sing For murder in the second they put me on death row They'll put me to death though I'm an innocent man They say innocent first until proven guilty I say show me the proof but nobody can Blades of grass cut through the concrete I get to my knees and pull out a few See myself as a child like another person Running with my brother through the morning dew If I make it out I'll enjoy every sunset I'll laugh at the worst of everyones jokes I'll smile when I catch my toe on the carpet I'll forgive the musicians every wrong note But if I must die let this be a lesson My fate has been wrong too much in the past They'll always be doubt let this be the reason Get rid of my sentence let me be the last.

I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home, Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom with his fingers cheats And who lies with every breath, Who passionately hates his life And likewise, fears his death. I pity the poor immigrant Whose strength is spent in vain, Whose heaven is like Iron sides, Whose tears are like rain, Who eats but is not satisfied, Who hears but does not see, Who falls in love with wealth itself And turns his back on me. I pity the poor immigrant Who tramples through the mud, Who fills his mouth with laughing And who builds his town with blood, Whose visions in the final end Must shatter like the glass. I pity the poor immigrant When his gladness comes to pass.

Señor, señor, can you tell me where we're headin'? Lincoln County Road or Armageddon? Seems like I been down this way before. Is there any truth in that, señor? Señor, señor, do you know where she is hidin'? How long are we gonna be ridin'? How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door? Will there be any comfort there, señor? There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck, There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck. There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not." Señor, señor, I can see that painted wagon, smell the tail of the dragon. Can't stand the suspense anymore. Can you tell me who to contact here, señor? Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field. A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring He said: "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing." Señor, señor, you know their hearts here as hard as leather. Well, give me a minute, let me get it together. I just gotta pick myself up off the floor. I'm ready when you are, señor. Señor, señor, let's overturn these tables, Disconnect these cables. This place don't make sense to me no more. Can you tell me what we're waiting for, señor?

If you're travelin' in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin' winds Please see for me if her hair hangs long If it rolls and flows all down her breast Please see for me if her hair hangs long That's the way I remember her best I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all Many times I've often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day So if you're travelin' in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine

It began as a mistake Consider this my apology Then you played like a snowflake And I melt like the snow into your sea How long does the road go? How long will the wind blow? How long will the moon fall? How long must the lone Wolf call? How long Mary Jane? As long as the rain Will we only have one winters night? Will we never see the morning light? Will I never say your second name? Will we only play a strangers game? How long does the road go? How long will the wind blow? How long will the moon fall? How long must the lone Wolf call? How long Mary Jane? As long as the rain And the rains been falling since time began Since before the flood and the first rivers ran Since the first songs were kept inside In the darkness where the stars used to hide How long does the road go? How long will the wind blow? How long will the moon fall? How long must the lone Wolf call? How long Mary Jane? As long as the rain.

The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall - The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left town. He was standin' in the doorway looking' like the Jack of Hearts. He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said, Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts. Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts. Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine, He made his usual entrance looking' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste. But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town, She slipped in through the side door looking' like a queen without a crown. She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear. He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts . "I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself, "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf." But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him, Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts. Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere. But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts. The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined, The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind. It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king. No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife, She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was looking' to do just one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily took her dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint, I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're looking' like a saint." Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. "There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air." He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk, As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk. There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts. No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick, The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked. And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised, Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes. She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts. Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall And cleaned out the bank safe, It's said they got off quite a haul In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town. But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts. The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back. And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink, The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink. The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts. The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair," Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair. She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw, Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law. But most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts.

I've been a moonshiner For seventeen long years I've spent all my money On whiskey and beer I go to some hollow And sit at my still And if whiskey don't kill me Then I don't know what will I go to some barroom And drink with my friends Where the women can't follow And see what I spend God bless them pretty women I wish they was mine Their breath is as sweet The dew on the vine Let me eat when I am hungry Let me drink when I am dry A dollar when I am hard-up Religion when I die The whole world's a bottle And life's but a dram When the bottle gets empty It sure ain't worth a damn