Bottom Of The World (Waits/Brennan 2003)
Well, my daddy told me looking back The best friend you'll have is a railroad track So when I's thirteen I said, I'm rolling my own And I'm leaving Missouri and I'm never coming home And I'm lost and I'm lost And I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Satchel Pudding and Lord God Mose Sitting by the fire with a busted nose That fresh egg yeller is too damn rare But the white part's perfect for slicking down your hair And I'm lost and I'm lost And I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Well Black Jack Ruby and Nimrod Cain The moon's the colour of a coffee stain Jesse Frank and Birdy Joe Hoaks But who is the king of all of these folks And I'm lost and I'm lost And I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Well, I dined last night with Scarface Ron On Tilapia fishcakes and fried black swan Raisin weed onion and Peacock Squirrel And I dreamed all night about a beautiful girl And I'm lost and I'm lost And I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Well, god's green hair is where I slept last You balanced a diamond on a blade of grass And I awoke me up with a Cardinal bird And when I wanna talk he hangs on every word And I'm lost and I'm lost And I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world
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