作曲 : McCombs
Cats hissing in the dark turned-over garbage cans around the park the dangling, brittle scab on your knee 
Oh, you’re pretty cocksure, son 
You’re like a 
Villonian singing nun 
Pray you wash your hair out in a sink 
Armed with a mandolin 
A snotted rag and a 
Delphic hymn 
Shaking off the dew before it sticks 
Oh, give us a melody before they send us back to the sea 
Replace these wooden legs for ones that kick 
Oh, Jonesy 
Boy I can’t remember before there ever was war 
My boyhood home is now a jail 
They paved over the ol’ creek to make a road for lumbering teak 
And shipped off my family by rail 
Oh, I hope you stay a boy at least to bring some old men joy 
Even just to watch you tune your strings 
They’re blowing the shofar now 
Off to stick another sow 
The soil is hungry again for offerings 
Oh, Jonesy 
Boy