歌词
40 miles south of baker
I fell out of my car
I was driving so fast that I
I could not see the trees
I flew through the front windshield
I landed on my back
Lying there on the bloody concrete
I thought about the things I love
There were stars the size of planets
They were bigger than the clouds
Oh I will shine in on my small world
I lay there and started singing
My hands groped for my pockets
Reaching for the thing I lacked [whiskey flask]
I heard the words of the great ones
God almighty I'm free at last
In a white sheet bed in Greensburg
I slept a century
In my dreams I did a lot of singing
I sang about the things I love
I sang about the things I love
40 miles south of baker
I fell out of my car