As the cheerless towns pass my window I can see a washed out moon through the fog And then a voice inside my head Breaks the analogue And says "Follow me down to the valley below You know Moonlight is bleeding From out of your soul" I survived against the will Of my twisted folk But in the deafness of my world The silence broke And said Follow me down to the valley below You know Moonlight is bleeding From out of your soul Follow me down to the valley below You know Moonlight is bleeding From out of your soul My David don't you worry This cold world is not for you So rest your head upon me I have strength to carry you Ghosts of the twenties rising Golden summers just holding you Follow me down to the valley below You know Moonlight is bleeding From out of your soul Follow me down to the valley below You know Moonlight is bleeding From out of your soul Come to us Lazarus It's time for you to go

My rooster crows at dawn My rooster crows at dawn Don't do nothing when the dark come on You know it don't seem right Ah, it don't seem right Bird oughta do something about it gettin' night I ain't the criminal kind I was never the criminal kind I just do a little pilfering from time to time It was around Muscle Shoals It was around Muscle Shoals I was crawlin' in a window, I got shot full of holes So it was at that time It was at that time I decided to forgo my life of crime So I got me a guitar Oh, I got me a guitar I play all night for some money in a jar I got me a suit of clothes I got a suit of clothes I rarely get home before my rooster crows My rooster crows at dawn My rooster crows at dawn Don't do nothing when the dark come on

Well a woman I love is named Ramona She kinda looks like Tempest Storm And she can dance like little Egypt She works down at the snake farm Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh... Well Ramona's got a keen sense of humor She got a tattoo down her arm It's of a python eatin' a little mouse Wearin' a sailor hat that says snake farm Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh... I asked Ramona how come she works there She says it's got it's charms Nothing to do in the winter Now and then some kid gets bit at the snake farm Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh... Well Ramona likes her malt liquor And a band from Wales thats called The Alarm She said she cried when they broke up She still plays their records at the snake farm Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh... Sometimes Ramona calls me up And says come on down here, it's getting warm She runs everybody off And we... you know... it's a snake farm Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh... Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh...

Said my prayers to the old black gods Tied a string around some chicken bones Set 'em on fire and crossed my heart Tuned up the Kay and the Silvertone Rubbed my hands cross the Tolex scars Took the laces out of my tennis shoes Oh I can live with a 60 cycle hum Is anybody here got a 50 watt fuse Layed down a groove like a monkey gettin off Stompin on the kick, pounding on the tom If you ever get to heaven say whew thank you If you ever get scared say the 23rd psalm I got a coricidin bottle that I use as slide And a woman sweet as a tootsie roll When she kissing and licking and cussing and a grindin' Shakes the mortal coil round my amaranthine soul

Waiting for you to come and see me Waiting for you to come and see me Where are you my coochy, coochy Coochy, coochy, coo? Come on to me and let me see you Come on to me and let me see you Where are you my coochy, coochy Coochy, coochy, coo? I've traveled all over Seen everything I wanted to see Where are you my coochy, coochy Coochy, coochy, coo? I've got everything that I ever wanted Done everything I ever wanted to do Where are you my coochy, coochy Coochy, coochy, coo? Oh, let me hear it

Mama gimme a nickel and a deck of cards Said go on and play in the back yard Walking down the alley come my Uncle Lonnie Said lemme teach ya about Three-card Monte Take the ace of hearts and two black queens Flip 'em over so they can't be seen Spin 'em around four or five times Bet a nickel find the ace and win a dime Ten minutes later I had thirty five dollars Singing ain't misbehaving by the great Fats Waller I believe I'm gonna count my blessings I believe I'm gonna count my blessings Now I saw a black crow on a fence post Singing away like Sam Hopkins's ghost He sang when you see I ain't breathing no more Nail my feathers to an old barn door Or drag my carcass out behind the shed Just make sure you're pretty sure I'm dead Ask an Ouija board if you can't quite tell Or if I start to stink like the floors in hell Go to Navasota after I'm done dying It don't do you no good sitting around crying So I got me a pencil and a moleskin book When I heard Bertha Franklin shot and killed Sam Cooke Wrote down December 11, 1964 Ain't gonna be twisting the night away no more It took 15 minutes for the jury to decide 'Cause of death's justified homicide Liza Boyer wasn't called by the prosecution Later on she's arrested for prostitution La Hacienda motel had a busted down door Sam's wallet and his money was never accounted for

Tear a lying tongue out by its roots Feed it to the mice round the chicken coup Sister come a running to sound the alarm There's hell in the hen house and blood in the barn Now a damn fox does what a damn fox does Sneaking and a stealing and looking for a buzz And the rooster is a devil with talons and a comb When the sun comes up he don't crow, he moans The fireworks stared on the fourth of July Place your bets on which one dies The fox is killer, the fowl's a maniac They favor small faces to Fleetwood Mac Hey, hey Mama better let that gravy simmer Daddy gonna be a little late for dinner Feathers are flying all around the farm There's hell in the hen house and blood in the barn There's a shed out back where grandpa's been He's waitin for the south to rise again Don't light a match if you go inside Smells like hadacol and formaldehyde He's been in this world for a pretty long time Says 2 nickels ain't worth a dime He's slow as molasses, he's wrinkled and mean He don't like Yankees or lima beans Blackbird swiped him a pocket knife He don't care much for the neighbor's wife She called him a rube, a cracker and a menace Worst he ever was was a seventh day Adventist He fell in cahoots with a rock and roll band Turned up drunk and tattooed in Japan He couldn't commit wholly to the devil's side His ink reads six six five point nine Now back to the rooster and the damned old fox One of em's dead like a car on blocks Grandpa's a cussing and sister's bout to cry Blackbird said he was baked in a pie Yelling and a squawking and screaming and a bawling The phone is ringing, preacher is a calling Can't talk now there's a ruckus at the gate I guess salvation gonna have to wait