Augustine Fled the New York scene Took his last dollar Down to New Orleans He never intended to hurt anyone He stopped at a tavern in Bowling Green Took up with a former beauty queen Named Anna He didn't know she could handle a gun If the weather outside's as frightful As the Mississippi River heaving out of its bounds And if you wake up in the morning singing Halleju And if you ever want to see your farm again You should pay attention to the rhythm of the pouring rain Pay attention to the rain Pouring down pouring down Listen to the rhythm of the rain Pouring down Little by little 'til it was too late They used up every dime he'd saved And Anna couldn't resist using her gun They knocked o'er the Bank of Pontchartrain The poor teller took a bullet in the brain August and Anna went on the run Well if the weather outside's as frightful As the Mississippi River heaving out of its bounds And if you wake up in the morning singing Halleju And if you ever want to see your farm again You should pay attention to the rhythm of the pouring rain Pay attention to the rain Pouring down pouring down Listen to the rhythm of the rain Pouring down Pay attention to the rain The Mardi Gras parade is back in town The Mardi Gras parade is back in town Augustine and Anna were gunned down The Creoles and the Cajuns know That it's a sin against the Holy Ghost To trample down the house of the rising sun And one man's kingdom lost to greed Reminds us that the world's a seed A gamble, to be nurtured and fed with love If the weather outside's as frightful As the Mississippi River heaving out of its bounds And if you wake up in the morning singing Halleju And if you ever want to see your farm again You should pay attention to the rhythm of the pouring rain Pay attention to the rain Pouring down pouring down Listen to the rhythm of the rain Pouring down Pay attention to the rain

West bound forty four Corridor We gotta move on this year Where do we go from here? John he cried Where do we go from here? John tried not to lie But in his eyes She could see the fear Where do we go from here? Sally cried Where do we go from here? The sand of time its running out For the making And it's a fool runs a risk Worth taking But the rules of the game That we've invented on the way Could stand some breaking In her broken heart Sally starts To let divergent ears Where do we go from here? John he cried Where do we go from here? John fell on hard times Drinking too much wine Exposing love's veneer Where do we go from here? Sally cried Where do we go from here? Oh this load that we're carrying To the West Texas prairie With our cold disposition Toward a growing condition Of a love left in silence And of vows we made bereft of art And lest you remind me That our days in Carolina Weren't a far cry from heaven Though I'll never forget them And that love will protect us If we let it back into our hearts lest you remind me That our days in Carolina Weren't a far cry from heaven Though I'll never forget them And that love will protect us If we let it back into our hearts John reached out his hand A newborn man Broken, pure, austere Where do we go from here? Sally cried Where do we go from here? And John replied Where do we go from here? Oh this load that we're carrying To the West Texas prairie With our cold disposition Toward a growing condition Of a love left in silence And of vows we made bereft of art And lest you remind me That our days in Carolina Weren't a far cry from heaven Though I'll never forget them And that love will protect us If we let it back into our hearts

Three-piece suit Cadillac I can't say when I'll be back The moon, the sun Jupiter and Mars The Colonel's gone to see the clowns And my mind's set to go underground The eagle's wings only carry me so far Leaving home on a Friday night I don't know where I will sleep tonight I don't even know what I'm supposed to do All I really know is that I'm gonna dream about you The candle's burning down as they say The nighttime slowly has its way But borrowed light is a debt I'll have to pay Turn out the light the party's over I can't find a four-leaf clover The ghost of Christmas past has come to stay Leaving home on a Friday night I don't know where I will sleep tonight I don't even know what I'm supposed to do All I really know is that I'm gonna dream about you That midnight train to Arkansas The breakman he won't stop at all The fireman loads the stoker fast And the pilot he lays on the gas All I really know, is that I'm gonna dream about you This rocking chair don't feel too right And I've lost all my appetite Rock Island Line you're looking better and better to me Leaving home on a Friday night I don't know where I will sleep tonight I don't even know what I'm supposed to do All I really know is that I'm gonna dream about you

Leroy Baylor was a shrewd fabricator of a whiskey tailored to the tastes of honest men outside the law But the state of Colorado, turned and squared away to battle with those men who wrangle cattle on the land their fathers conquered once for all There's a long arm growing So far it's out of mind Like a cancer destroying A woman in her prime Angelina Walters was a dry farmer's daughter with a sixth sense for stealing every dollar from the rich of the Bastille When Leroy found her body it was busted bruised unsightly, left abandoned by the road cold and her cries for help met only his appeal There's a long arm growing So far it's out of mind Like a cancer destroying A woman in her prime Hail, father Morgan Please be my confessor A phalanx of soldiers Marching to our door And if they seem like a family friend Or dress like a fireman Please don't let them in And if they sing country 'tis of thee Or offer you hemlock tea Please don't let them in Don't let them in, don't let them in Don't let them in Surrounded in Durango Leroy struck a novel angle learned from studying the night moves of a woman he once knew but never saw Though she'd long ago passed over she unfolded ancient stories of how the righteous won their glory liberating holy women from the fall There's a long arm growing So far it's out of mind Like a cancer destroying A woman in her prime And if they seem like a family friend Or dress like a fireman Please don't let them in And if they sing country 'tis of thee Or offer you hemlock tea Please don't let them in Don't let them in, don't let them in Don't let them in, don't let them in Don't let them in

There's an ordered competition, it's an opportune audition For a genuflected melody by agents of transition So don't panic, it's foretelling an ambition for sedition That's if you have the stomach for a cup of cold resistance You may buy a ticket to see an artist's true rendition A situation comedy for all the human family A narrative comparing us while fools will sit and stare at us But all I could remember in September was to have you Take me far Far far away And sing me to sleep Of some Golden Age And I'll say a prayer For all the brave men and women there The leading indication that is sweeping across the nation Is the illusion of polemic making left or right religion When the sanity of violence is the only way to silence The prognosticating statisticians giving armchair guidance You may find a reason to believe this song is treason A systematic rhyming game designed for the new season A documented subterfuge, a friend of covert wrecking crews A palladium of poker games to break me from these chains and Take me far Far far away And sing me to sleep Of some Golden Age And I'll say a prayer For all the brave men and women there Like John Brown We need a man like John Brown Where can we find a man like John Brown And all the other sons of liberty There's a lesson for the learning if'n you don't mind the burning Of a vigilante's candle lighting evidence concerning Quasi solitary witness to survivors with discerning Epic paradigms of metaphysical happy hunting grounds where I'll be Far Far far away And sing me to sleep Of some Golden Age And I'll say a prayer For all the brave men and women there Like John Brown We need a man like John Brown Where can we find a man like John Brown And all the other sons of liberty John Brown...