Woorden:
Robert Hunter

Anxious hope and thoughts of love Will never let me down or let me go Inside, my heart's a cage of ice Where love and loss still toss the lonely dice

In a torrid little cabin 'neath Aurora Boreeay Wild Bill waxed his whiskers, dabbed perfume behind each ear From a flask of Spanish lotion that he'd had

Dry dusty road Dry dusty road Brother, won't you carry me along This dry dusty road Children shallying Playing in the morning sun Spike-heeled lady Running

Up near the border where the cruel white water Drowns vagabond who sleeps too low Me and my companion, famous Jack O'Lanterns Tracked the misty mountain

words - Robert Hunter music - David Freiberg I heard you singing What were you singing when the people got right? Were you singing Stand and Deliver?

down or stumble. I just pace, back and forth, like a lion inside of a jungle. This is my domain me and a mic go together, like Robert Downey Junior and

baby I hunt you to the other side I am your conscience ... I follow where you are You don't believe it ... I hunt you to the other side I am your conscience

Rosie, oh, girl. -X2 Steal away now, steal away -X2 Little Robert Anthony wants to come and play. Well they call me the hunter, that's my name. They call me the hunter

you cannot appear" "we don't want to sign a piece of paper, alright!" "listen kid, you sign the piece of paper. You with your red hunting