Well, I asked my babe to walk with me
Well, I asked my babe to walk with me
Well, I asked my babe to walk with me
Her mother would not let her daughter be
Well, I asked the lord for the reason why
Well, I asked the lord for the reason why
Well, I asked the lord for the reason why
He’s too drunk to come down from the sky
Well lord, I said I'm a simple man
And mama well I'm doing the best I can
If I follow my heart and speak my mind
Don’t get nothing back but blood and crying
City’s on fire, run to the woods
There ain’t no left
Don’t you remember what you could
Could have done, times run out
Flames creeping up
No water in the well to put it out
Honest man, honest man come walk with me
Tell me how do you live so peacefully
Well, he took out a needle and a sack of cocaine
And said these things help me to stay sane
I said, lord well, if this is sanity
Then I’ll go wild I’ll be insane for free
Policeman, he walked up to me
He said boy, come with me
Well, they threw me, in the county jail
He said don’t ask questions, son don’t rebel
If we let you leave, son well you better walk right
And he handed me the plans to the rest of my life
Well, I looked at the paper in my hand
White-picket fence, two kids, a handyman
Well it had the day I was to leave this old world
Then he handed me a ring and told me the name of a girl
City’s on fire, run to the woods
There ain’t no left
Don’t you remember what you could
Could have done, times run out
Flames creeping up
No water in the well to put it out
Well, I contemplated suicide
They said that’s illegal but good try
I grabbed the pistol from policeman’s belt
Pulled the trigger down the officer fell
I laughed, felt better than a man could tell
Said looks like the place for me is hell
It couldn’t be worse than this godforsaken world
Couldn’t be worse than this godforsaken world
City’s on fire, run to the woods
There ain’t no left
Don’t you remember what you could
Could have done, times run out
Flames creeping up
No water in the well to put it out
Trains gone loose, thousand miles out
Stuck in the desert times run out
Throat’s so dry whiskeys all we got
No cure on board, Oh waters all run out
