Woorden:
Straw

There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon will keep him from the sun Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run Jack Straw from Wichita

I'll sing it one last time for you Then we really have to go You've been the only thing that's right In all I've done And I can barely look at you But

I'll get tired of the heart attacks Every time it rings I'll put myself on the waiting list And get it all cleared up You're the one with the attitude

Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me The curtains drawn the winter sun makes patterns on your face It looks like some kaleidoscopic breathing

Is there a place I can go? Is there a light to get me there? If I've forgotten what to say It's because all words are dust If this is really what you

I've got this feeling that there's something that I missed (I could do most anything to you) Don't you breathe, don't you breathe (I could do most anything

Getting too busy to make amends I should try to make it right Are you ready for the shit to hit? I think you say you are but aren't Doctor, make it better

I tend the wheat field that makes your bread I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed Mother Nature and Mother Earth Are two of three

the wish I would choose, I'd want An Old Straw Hat a suit of overalls and a worn out pair of shoes. Just let me roam around laughing at Big City Blues, With An Old Straw