He’s a king, he’s a poor boy, a coward and stranger See him standing out there so all alone Well I guess that he’ll keep standing there untill he’s called for And tomorrow’s hurricanes have blown
His hate grew old, another story told He found the place to call his own His way was lost, his spirit was the cross He could not make up for the loan
But many great man are returning Back to the place where it began And our tired eyes will cease the burning When the devil’s bones lie parching in the sand And the night man is waiting at the station Gathering all the stops one by one I suggest that you make a reservation Before all these things are done
The fellow had the blues His life was filled with pain When he heard the news His life was all in vain
Someone spread the word His house went up in flames They don’t even smoke They couldn’t be to blame
All your secrets have been told Trade in your scarlet and your gold.