Orphan Of The Road
(专辑: Man In Black - 1971)
From a
carny show and a
rodeo that shared a
three-day stand, A
cowboy met a
fiery carny queen In new spring nights amid the
lights of the
painted carny van. They laughed and loved and shared short-lived dreams, But the
carny show and the
rodeo went their separate ways, And the
carny season bloomed and soon moved on, And I
was born on a
winter morn to the
dark-eyed carny queen, The
too-late son of something that was gone, The
black-sheep child that grew up wild from the
seed the
four winds sowed, Unwanted son of ice and fire, an orphan of the
road. I
was still a
child when my mama died of a
chill that closed her eyes, So I
was left to grow up on my own, Without a
name, too wild to tame. No one cared to try. So mostly I
was mostly left alone. In dingy bars and cold boxcars, hobo jungle camps, I
joined the
men who drift from town to town. The
surging flood of restless blood flowed inside my veins. I'd never find the
time to settle down. The
black-sheep child... In the
misty rain, I
caught the
train that slowed down through the
town, And I
pulled myself into the
boxcar door. In a
passing light in the
deep gray night, I
saw the
still dark form Of an old man lying sick upon the
floor. And he said "I tried to find her, but they told me that she'd died, And that she'd left an only son behind, And I
tried to find him, but I
never did, but I
know I
could rest in peace If I
could just see him once before I
die." I
found a
match and I
quickly scratched it into a
flicker and flame, Then I
held it close and I
gently raised his head. "My mother, sir," I
said of her, "I have her same dark eyes." He smiled a
cowboy smile and then was dead. The
black-sheep child...