The Jet Lag Blues
Unmarked stones in the burial ground
Unmarked will keeps the wagon goin' round
Casablanca have you heard the news
Fog will lift I got the jet lag blues
Freight yards down in Wichita
Freight hopper's luck is hard to draw
Grass fires burn the Oklahoma plains
Summer comes and the dust remains
Your daddy's rich and I am poor, Wretched Heart
Your spoiled Daughter well she wants more
Spirit comes through obstructed mirrors
I'll catch the train right out of here
Its been this way many times before
Legends made of old folklore
That'll be my ticket right out of here
Stage stop seven, miles my dear
On a rooftop down in Synagogue
These malaria pills they don't work at all
Been up now for seven days
all my dreams in a purple haze
Unmarked stones in the burial ground
Unmarked will keeps the wagon goin' round
Casablanca have you heard the news
Fog will lift I got the jet lag blues