The Wood Brothers - Snake Eyes Live at the Fillmore

Текст песни

Come on everybody there’s a train comin'
Won’t be at the station too long
Go ahead and listen to the jack leg television preacher
If you want to get on
I’m just a runaway truck
I don’t give a flying flip about much
But to things down, lord turn it around
I don’t mind livin' on grits
But I’m tired of eatin' crow and I need a hit
Of something to wash it down, lord turn it around
I keep dreaming of those snake eyes
Dreaming of those snake eyes
And I’m lookin' for my paradise
Looking for my paradise
I keep chasin a patch of green grass
All I need is a peace of mind that’s gonna last
And I feel the fire, lord can you heal my desire