Tekst piosenki
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 Her 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 Tv 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
