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Now I remember the promise I gave you |
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The night I shipped out as a peace volunteer |
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As we sat holding hands in the Lamb and Flag tavern |
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I swore, I'd be back for you same time next year |
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But I killed a man in a Brazzaville street fight |
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I tried to hold back, but he taunted me so |
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5 years till they freed me from that Brazzaville prison |
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Out of boredom or pity, I never will know |
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Now I bear the stain |
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The scar on my name |
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I never can go back again |
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There's a love, you can't survive |
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And it burns you up inside |
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I sailed my boat into New Orleans harbor |
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Tied up at the jetty, as bold as you please |
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With a half-ton of Charlie built in to the bulkhead |
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Right under the noses of all them police |
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Now here I sit in my house on the mountain |
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King of the clouds and all I survey |
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There's women who are willing, and the law can't touch me |
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Yours is the one face that won't go away |
