Are ya listenin' boy the man he hung see
   you've heard it said that's what he done for me
   did ya hear that girl -- the man he calls your name
   you best go to him it's he not me can loose your chains
   then we'll commence to walk sometime in prison shoes
   we'll walk an walk an walk away our blues
  
   ida done better
   from cradle to coffin
   in between there's just too much walkin'
   i ain't no odd man out -- junk hiding junk
   i ain't nothin' to speak of
   just put it in the back an leave it off the rack
   no i ain't what you're used to
  
   did ya taste that boy
   that blood is as sweet as wine
   yeh i got it on me all the time
   we'll do some runnin' too
   you me an ruby-lu
   spin black blades an i'll unwind
   just let me go to sleep the lord my soul to keep
   don't talk just keep it on your mind
  
   can't you see that sun shinin' in your face has the same
   he came an took your place
   but you don't give a rip an down to hell you slip
   you squack and squack boy you lost your grip