Rolling Man

(album: The Monkey Puzzle - 2006)

Hey, Mr. Parker

I got the whole damn world wants to shake my hand
I got a map of the promised land
I got a woman with a magic touch
She's half-crazy, she's half-Dutch
So

Come on, come on. What you got to lose
I said
Come on, come on. Take a walk in my shoes

There's a neck of brandy under the bed
Fifteen children won't get fed
So

Come on, come on. I'm a deadbeat hand
I got lightning seeds in my pants
I'm the kind of guy that needs to dance
I'm a rolling man. Oh, that's what I am

I got a chevron vision in my head
Every copy of the living dead
I wear my necktie like a noose
I'm a walking junkyard full of juice

Come on, come on. What you got to lose
Come on, come on now, babe. Take a walk in my shoes

I saw Venus was in my hand
She slipped away like a grain of sand
Come on, come on. Oh, I am just a lightning bolt, babe

There's no game left in town
There ain't no bar I can't drown

Oh, oh, yeah

Don't that send shivers up your spine?

I got the whole damn world wants to shake my hand
I got a map of the promised land
I wear my necktie like a noose
I'm a walking junkyard full of juice

Come on, come on
I got a rainy day in Birmingham
Come on, come on, now
I'm gonna put the lights out in San Francisco Bay

Come on, come on
Turn the night to day
So come on and get out
Come on, come on
You got love, babe
Alright

Come on, come on
Washington 'cross the town