this is the rain it rains up here
will turn this cube into a sphere
will turn to water all that's dear
the rain it rains as hell up here

To Polly Ann

and if the train a'goin'
all them is bound to stay
the vulture look a'prey
onto the things remainin'

a filthy dirty bottles
of cheap bavarius beer
now don't ya leave me here
is small a place a'frottles

i'm not a rich and clean boy
i feeds on beef and eggs
i feeds on eyes and legs
i feeds on boon and rob roy

my hair's a'not is golden
my eyes a'not is blue
you say i not wants you
i say i nam a burden

Source:

Stock-still blues

i 've got my head on the ground, my eyes upon the sky
said i 've got my head on the ground, my eyes upon the sky
if i blink before the sun sets baby
i fear this dream will die