Lirieke:
Greg Brown Slant 6 Mind

He's riding in the back of a wagon and his city choes are dragging And the sweat is pouring down his back One eye west and one eye south Two words fall

It hurts so nice I told you once I told you twice, You slapped my face and Threw the rice, The storm was wild but you went out and ain't back yet, I

I went into the loneliness house, Went on in and I locked the door, Seen a lot of trouble when I was out and about, I might not come out no more. Pulled

Spring and what's left of the hippies return from old rooming houses and Mexico. More letters, more journals, more poems to burn; Real heat at last.

He's wild like a Sonny Boy, That one eye looks at you He wild like a Sonny Boy, Other's on Voodoo He's wild like a bad dog, Gotta howl once more He'

A wild high cry flew up out of our brother He was moaning and shaking, shining like the sun He fell down like a dead man, Some people helped him up He

No one now knows too much about these woods, They got lost, they wouldn't know where to go. Tribe's been gone a long time, small farmers got blowed out