"Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains,
feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
took us all the way to New Orleans...."
|Friend Of The Devil|
"Ride the blue wind high and free
she'll lead you down through misery
leave you low, come time to go
alone and low as low can be..."
|I Aint Got No Home In This World Anymore|
"It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold..."