Dusted down in shanty town behind a sky of red
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Hoist upon some frozen dawn exploding in my head
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Fast asleep in trouble deep or wide awake and burning
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Stuck inside some stranger's hide whose karma keeps returning
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Where you trail that holy grail of darkness and despair
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Way cross town, now up now down, as though you'd really care
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On the bus across from us seen once in silhouette
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The old man's face you couldn't place that now you can't forget
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Down and dirty
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There you go
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Lucky Henry says hello
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Burned his bridges high and low
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And down the road and gone
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It's raining boxcars did you know
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From County Cook to Baltimore
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Where ever those old jockeys go
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To live out their lifelines
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Burning down that two lane town the boys call Hollywood
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Kicked around now lost now found now lost again for good
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Badly placed or half erased or lost in space and time
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And all because the real one was the disappearing kind
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Now you tumble
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Now you know
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Lucky Henry says hello
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Scratched in verses high and low
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And down to hell and gone I'm told
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It's raining boxcars that's for sure
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From Bakersfield to Elsinore
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For all what I care anymore
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For now and forever gone gone gone
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Lucky Henry
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| Walter Becker |
