Tore Down Flat In Jackson 가사

Filthy and anonymous in jackson, a dozen keys to nowhere in his hand Black madonna, wont you change his luck and find him fifty grand? cause hes 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 hes tore down, feelin nothin but the third-rate spirits in his blood Hes livin for a ticket on the whiskey train The saddest things 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 hes tore down flat in jackson with a daily gig in the backdrop choir Hes livin for a ticket on the whiskey train The saddest things to see him venerate that ball and chain A thick late august field of pigweed dances, a t.v. from the fillin stations heard Hes holdin up the wall, the moment says it all without a word Well, hes tore down, world stopped movin when halfway to the label claimed it cured