Snake Eyes (Live at the Fillmore)

歌詞

Come on everybody there's a train comin Won't be at the station too long Go ahead and listen to the jack leg television preacher If you want to get on I'm just a runaway truck I don't give a flying flip about much But to things down, lord turn it around I don't mind livin' on grits But i'm tired of eatin' crow and i need a hit Of something to wash it down, lord turn it around I keep dreaming of those snake eyes Dreaming of those snake eyes And I'm lookin for my paradise Looking for my paradise I keep chasin a patch of green grass All i need is a peace of mind that's gonna last And i feel the fire, lord can you heal my desire