The Way It Was

Here we all work 'long the Mississippi Here we all work, while the white boys play Gettin' no rest from the dawn till the sunset Gettin' no rest till the judgment day You don't look up, you don't look down You don't dare make the rich boss frown Bend

I drove through the desert last night. I carried the weight of our last fight. Elvis singing 'Don't be Cruel' and I wonder if you feel it too. It's like we're going under. Somewhere outside the lonely Esmeralda County line, The question of my heart c