Snake Eyes

(альбом: Paradise - 2015)

Come on everybody there's a train coming
Won't be at the station too long
Go ahead and listen to the jack leg television preacher
If you want to get on

I'm just a runaway truck
I don't give a flying flip about much
But to things down, lord turn it around

I don't mind living on grits
But I'm tired of eating crow and I need a hit
Of something to wash it down, lord turn it around

I keep dreaming of those snake eyes
Dreaming of those snake eyes
And I'm looking for my paradise
Looking for my paradise

I keep chasin a patch of green grass
All I need is a peace of mind that's gonna last
And I feel the fire, lord can you heal my desire