The Drover

歌詞

O'Keefe I met him there in Pioneer Square In an empty bottle of muscatel He said, Here's my song And where I've gone I'll tell ya boy I've gone to hell "Hear my say, I've lost the way I've burned the bridge behind me And Lord above there ain't no one I ever loved can find me Hope you understand Sometimes you never can Go back home again, boy Go back home again "The drovers call from South Saint Paul I rode in from Dakota On the midnight freight They made me wait Said they had their quota I was just a kid, I hit the skid Hard drinks and easy livin' Think what ya please But a sour disease Can come from the sweetest women It was shortly after pickin' time He was madder than a hatter Here's his song, and where he's gone It doesn't really matter I left him there in Pioneer Square Skid Road in Seattle The wind had dried his mind inside And left him with a rattle "Can you spare a man a dollar To buy some peace of mind Son, at least get off a quarter I need a shot of wine"