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Cool he dies on his own time,
Roarin' I won't hear your thunder.
Called each other Chinese names,
If, oh, the book just has a number.
There's a garden where the devil lurks,
Such a strange life this.

They break their backs for sweat and gold,

Savannah woman dressed in white,
Stands out of tropical rains.
She pulls her gin and tonics tight,
And curses her lonely domain.
Brazilian winds blow warm in Rio,
A white estate they call 'The Nada'.
Meant for her soul or so she says,
Hides her sadist gin made eyes.

I'm sitting back and I'm thinkin' about,
When you left your only home.
Your note said you went to Charleston,
But I know you went to New Mexico.

You left behind a dead father,
A sick mother and 4 younger kids,
Now you're all ready for rich lovers,

Tonight the rain is crying on my windowpane
The clock is slowly chiming its lonely refrain
Tonight the cold wind blows through the screen that you didn't close
Tonight I swear the devil is singing our song

As black as never seen, some darkness tonight
Seem that it would be better to leave than fight
All this time that we had been wrong, fate was against us all along

Baggage handcuffed to my wrist,
I drag it everywhere I go.
Sometimes I fight it with my fists,
If I knew which way was home,
It's where I'd go.
If I knew which way was home.

Porter come and cut me loose,