One Like You

I was working in a barroom in New Orleans

Mixing mind erasers and hurricanes

Mingling with the “Taking it easy” and the “Down on their luck”

Now the Bywater ain’t the friendliest place

The pimps and dealers all show their face

Long about the time I decide I need a little bit more

Heartbroke, and walkin’ the floor

Head hung down, hoping to score

What little luck I had left showed and I made a find

Thought I knew what it was, but too late

I was duty bound to cut it up on a plate

Pretty soon got to trucking just like Casey Jones

Never gonna make another one like you

Never gonna make another one like you

I never thought I’d cross it again

But lo and behold, Boyd Elder done in

Was all burnt down after dying and set up on the bar

Sitting there not a week before

He was a cosmic cowboy and a hippie whore

Dropping that LSD into both of his eyes

Later that week he met his end

And me and my friends get to wondering

If he keeled over half cock before he come down

So me and Evan, Isadora and Topaz

When nobody’s looking tipped him out on the glass

And proceeded to hoover him up like he’s going out of style

Now I’m not saying my perspective’s bent

But man, my thinking’s definitely sent

Way out where the Monolith roamed in 2001

The moral of the tale is get a friend

Whom, if you happened to accidentally breathe in

Could, for ease of semantics, get you closer to God