Wlakin with my baby in my arms
Cuz I am in the wrong end of the eight ball black
And the devil, see, hes right behind us
And this worker said shes gonna take my little baby
Swing low, saint cadillac
And Im reachin so high for ya
Broken like valiums and chumps in the rain
When a blue horizon is sleeping in the station
With a ticket for a train
Surely mine will deliver me there
Down at the end of a lullaby