the Ford was on rails once it rounded the turn
from trash am I come and to trash I'll return
I had said I'd drive on 'til the fender licked ocean
broke down in Ohio and I stripped her for scrap
right down to the dashboard Mary
and I lay in the shade of her shell
dreaming of Jawbone Canyon
the jackal know my future
the jackal, he make moan
Jawbone Canyon,
cool of the day, I will find my way home.
go ahead join the army, your bags are all packed
and talk to your memories, they seldom talk back
and jab at your spurs, 'til your boots trickle chocolate
and the horse'll run on 'til they chop off its legs
and they'll say DOA and they'll grieve
but I reckon you never really leave
a place called Jawbone Canyon
the jackal know my future
the jackal, he make moan
Jawbone Canyon,
cool of the day, I will find my way home
ow we're blind as an alley in the wire rim of hell
wishing on nickels 'cause the stars, they don't look so well
ow clatter your spoons, tap along with the hailstorm
the weather is strange but the dancing is swell
and the rain on the roof will fill me
with a place I got out of before it could kill me.
a place called Jawbone Canyon
the jackal know my future
the jackal, he make moan
Jawbone Canyon,
cool of the day, I will find my way home