Sixteen Coaches
Train I ride, well, she’s sixteen coaches long
Train I ride now boys, don’t you know she’s sixteen coaches long
There’s lots of room here for you, why don’t you just come along
Train I ride, well, she leaves at 3:09
Train I ride now boys, don’t you know she leaves at 3:09
Yeah, there’s lots of room here for you, you know you’ve got lots of time
The devil lives in Nashville Tennessee
I saw him there once he just smiled and winked at me
Walking down 4th Street, mumbling to himself
Well, if you ask me man, sure was a sorry hell
Mississippi sunrise, don’t you know it’s gonna do me just fine
I’ll take anything I can just to keep you off my mind
I spent some time way down there in old Louisiana
I spent some time now boys, way down there in old Louisiana
The only thing that I learned there is swamp air ain’t healthy for no man
One night I heard a shadow talking to himself
He caught me eves-dropping lord, made me swear I’d never tell
But what I heard, you know, it burns on my mind
Kinda like a dragon’s breath that melts the sands of time
Mississippi sunrise, don’t you know it’s gonna do me just fine
I’ll take anything I can just to keep you off my mind
Train I ride, well, she leaves at 3:09
Train I ride now boys, don’t you know she leaves at 3:09
And there’s lots of room here for you, you know you’ve got lots of time
What’s Your Sign?
I don’t want your whiskey baby
I don’t need your cocaine
I don’t want none of your ten cent loving
Girl, I don’t wanna know your name
Because your whiskey is poisoned with lead
And your cocaine is cut with flour
Your ten cent loving ain’t worth a nickel
And your name changes with the hour
Chorus:
Come on baby, what’s your sign?
I know your man lived up in the ivory tower, Lord
He was up there a thousand years
He wasn’t ever gonna come back down
‘Til a hundred people cried a million tears
I know your child, he said he was Christ, Lord
You though you had it made
Til he climbed up on the lunchroom table
Started breaking bread, people got real afraid
(Chorus)
Well, now we’re into the Age of Aquarius
And tears are falling on the ground
The ivory tower’s just a pile of dust
And that savior ain’t nowhere to be found
(Chorus)
Now those snakes that were in your bed
Have crawled up into your hair
And everybody’s getting stoned on you
They can’t break their stares
I even saw you on my TV
I fell right out of my chair
Still I don’t know what everybody’s problem is
There are fuckin’ snakes everywhere
(Chorus)
Now there’s this snake handling preacher
He’s coming dancing down the road
He’s got your whiskey on his breath
And your cocaine went up his nose
He’s claiming to be St. Patrick
I know you wouldn’t really care
Except he’s wearing orange and seeing red
And he says he wants you off the air
(Chorus)
Angel Eyes
When I look into your eyes, sometimes I see clean through.
When you look into mine do you ever see yourself too?
Chorus:
Sweet angel eyes, oh sweet, sweet angel eyes,
You don’t have to know why,
Oh, sweet, sweet angel eyes.
I’ve been walking this plank since I can’t remember when.
Every step less like the last one, I’ll walk on water before the end.
But time is not my enemy. Time: not my friend.
Time just walks here beside me. Time: another means to an end.
(Chorus)
Well, you know I’m kinda like those streetlights that will flicker and go out.
Shadows lay in wait beside me, shadows dance with my doubts.
And darkness is not my enemy. Darkness: not my friend.
Darkness just walks here beside me. Darkness: another means to an end
(Chorus)
Well, you know it gets cold here in winter. Summer never fails to take too long.
Spend your time waiting on September, January will be here before long.
But time is not my enemy. Time: not my friend.
Time just walks here beside me. Time: another means to an end.
(Chorus)
Oh sweet, sweet angel, angel eyes.
I'm Not You
St. Jude
He was the king of levitation, a forty-day meditation left him glowing like a neon sign.
He didn't want the almighty dollar, he had no use for an emperor's power, but that bearded lady caught him hook and line.
So get your tickets at the gate, you know the big top, it don't start until eight, you’d better step right up and blow your little mind. Blow your little mind.
Suzie Q the go-go dancer has the intuition of a necromancer–she's a medium with 32 D's.
She dances on a very fine line between what she’ll seek and what she'll find, she's strung out through a crack in reality.
And St. Jude, am I dreaming or are things really like they're seeming to me, are the bones really dancing in the hall?
St. Jude, do I need you at all?
Well Big Jim, he searched for God, he swears he gave it his very best shot. He got scared off by what he found along the way.
But the treader of grapes still caught the sewer of seeds and they both had to agree with Jim when he said we'll leave the reaper ahead just for today.
And St. Jude, if you're willing, has Lazarus really left the building?
Are these the stones that were sealing up his vault?
And St. Jude, do I need you at all?
Now Suzie and Jim are standing in line, like two grapes falllen from the same vine. They both have got their tickets to show at the gate.
But it's Sunday, so the go-go's down and church is on the other side of town. And heaven knows that the big-top don't start until eight.
And St. Jude, am I dreaming or are things really like they're seeming to me,
Are the bones really dancing in the hall?
And St. Jude, do I need you at all?
So get your tickets at the gate, you know the big-top, it don't start 'til eight.
You'd better step right up and blow your little mind.
Blow your little mind
