Filthy and anonymous in jackson, a dozen keys to nowhere in his hand
Black madonna, won't you change his luck and find him fifty grand?
'cause he's tore down, months from nowhere, with the day-to-day out of his hands
One key fit the door to their apartment, another fit the business he let die
A stray dog whines as the august rains turn naked ground to mud
And he's tore down, feelin' nothin' but the third-rate spirits in his blood
He's livin' for a ticket on the whiskey train
The saddest thing's to see him venerate that ball and chain
Roadhouse corn done cut his strings to somewhere, paper rich done met a ball of fire
Black dog cloud done filled his head and drained him like a vampire
Now he's tore down flat in jackson with a daily gig in the backdrop choir
He's livin' for a ticket on the whiskey train
The saddest thing's to see him venerate that ball and chain
A thick late august field of pigweed dances, a t.v. from the fillin' station's heard
He's holdin' up the wall, the moment says it all without a word
Well, he's tore down, world stopped movin' when 'halfway to the label' claimed it cured
- :
- Amazing Grace
- Up There Down Here
- River Songs
- Unfortunate Result Of Spare Time
- Diamonds in the Coal
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Cities 97 Sampler, Volume 8
- Boys and Girls
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 27: November 1995
- Open Up and Experience the Music: Modern Mix
- See Me As a Picture - the Best, So Far (1990-2012)
- If Memories Had Equity (Live)
- Boys and Girls Soundtrack
- All in Time (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- Renew