I sit here reading old Graham Greene I taste Africa on every page Then I close my eyes and see those red clay roads, and it?s sundown and boys I?m gone
dressing room xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx On a plate of Spanish apples Outside in the train yard xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Is just Hanks Williams sonnets And Nina Simone Yeah we've been to hell and
runnin' backwards, earthquake shook the land, it happened down here in 1912 it's happening here again. Feast and famine ya'all fire and flood, abominations
is real I pray roses shall rain down again from Guadalupe on her hill And who am I to doubt these mysteries Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke