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Filthy and anonymous in Jackson, a dozen keys to
nowhere in his hand
Black madonna, won't you change his luck and find
him fifty grand?
'Cause he's tore down, months from nowhere, with
the day-to-day out of his hands
One key fit the door to their apartment, another
fit the business he let die
A stray dog whines as the August rains turn naked
ground to mud
And he's tore down, feelin' nothin' but the
third-rate spirits in his blood
He's livin' for a ticket on the whiskey train
The saddest thing's to see him venerate that ball
and chain
Roadhouse corn done cut his strings to somewhere,
paper rich done met a ball of fire
Black dog cloud done filled his head and drained
him like a vampire
Now he's tore down flat in Jackson with a daily
gig in the backdrop choir
He's livin' for a ticket on the whiskey train
The saddest thing's to see him venerate that ball
and chain
A thick late August field of pigweed dances, a
T.V. from the fillin' station's heard
He's holdin' up the wall, the moment says it all
without a word
Well, he's tore down, world stopped movin' when
'halfway to the label' claimed it cured
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