San Antonio Burning

I see San Antonio burning

Through the barred station window

I see angels on boats beating trumpets of gold

In the sky above the old rodeo

As I roll off my prison matress

And I drink from the station house ink

I can see that blotter in the water

With my name bleeding newspaper ink

She was long white legs and diamonds

I was a Long Island liar in black

I should have known as we walked through the World's Fair

That she died with a knife in the back

Doc, O doc, I need my morphine

As the guard drags his keys across the bars

I can see Mr. Pain beyond the window frame

In empty golden hills beyond the stars

I see San Antonio burning

Through the barred station window

I see angels on boats beating trumpets of gold

In the sky above the old rodeo