I'm a fly -by -night stealer
I get high when I can't find my way
Colorado is good to my kind
Maybe I'll go there someday
Well, my rhymes are gettin' tired
and my illusions are worn
I'm a preacher with nothin' to say
Before I get carried away
Cloudy next morning's crawl
The heroes and villains, black and white ramblers,
sinners, they're just trying to hide.
Movers and shakers will talk
When I just want to stop for the night
The mandolin plays and the
Cloudy next morning's crawl
Well, melodies linger off in the distance
And mix with those words in my head
The phone is still ringing,
but why won't she answer?
It must have been something I said
The mandolin plays and the
Cloudy next morning's crawl
on the lows and the highs
This wild -eyed seren ade