I jumped off the container and fell into a ravine
My hair was in knots, twisted and greased up
My red eyes coveting the stoggy tucked away in my lapel
In my bag I had two rabbits and a mongoose that almost got away
Cracker Jack gave me a toothless grin
Because he knew as well as I did
That all them bulls would ever find after that train shot away
Were footprints disappearing in a haze at the edge of the tracks
The ghastly beast spewed tons of coal and fire spittle
As it slowed down to pass the curb
I placed my foot on the ground like a man on the moon
The world was my jungle
I used the patty wack bone my old man threw me
To stir my mulligan stew over the oil drum fire
The night stood still and all worries crawled away
Like snakes into the dying grass
New Mexico Jo
New Mexico Jo
I'll save you a drop for when you get here...
