Oh I can see your tracks But I won’t follow them I’ll just hope for rain Or some kind of crazy wind To erase them And chase them into oblivion
Oh I can smell the smoke From your fire, babe But I’ll leave you alone And sleep in this lonely cave And pray for A storm to scrub this dirt away
Oh I can hear the snakes Creeping cross the scene I’m quaking in my boots But you won’t hear me scream You’re half way Down to New Orleans You’re half way Down to New Orleans