The Hardest Night To Sleep In The Swamplands

Running to town in your fabulous gown with a dollar and a pound.
 There were two dollar swamps and the road
 with its haunts and its multitude of taunts.
 There's a room made of brick that will rise
 above the sticks and its height makes you sick.
 But when you get through the night with your
 head full of fright you need the sun for a sight.
 Because your running out the parlor again,
 running around with your head for a friend.
 Singing how your making amends.
 Singing your songs to the many bends
 The river was scotch and you belted
 your notch and you slept for awhile.
 And leaving the room where you fled
 from your doom and your blood beat a bom.
 It's a thin trail gone but you still
 have your song and the mountains were wrong.
 So walk in the fields and sleep in the grass and pine, pine away.
 And when your thinking of love stop thinking
 of lights stop thinking again and in latitudes
 When you're walking alone stop thinking of
 dates stop thinking again stop crying on narratives.
 When you're dying alone, you done dying alone.
 You brought crying to every one.
 And when you fell on your lives keep
 sleeping alone keep running alone with every one.
 Baby's gone and I don't think I'll be running here.
 Oh no.
 Baby's gone