Lucky Henry

Dusted down in shanty town behind a sky of red

Hoist upon some frozen dawn exploding in my head

Fast asleep in trouble deep or wide awake and burning

Stuck inside some stranger's hide whose karma keeps returning

Where you trail that holy grail of darkness and despair

Way cross town, now up now down, as though you'd really care

On the bus across from us seen once in silhouette

The old man's face you couldn't place that now you can't forget

Down and dirty

There you go

Lucky Henry says hello

Burned his bridges high and low

And down the road and gone

It's raining boxcars did you know

From County Cook to Baltimore

Where ever those old jockeys go

To live out their lifelines

Burning down that two lane town the boys call Hollywood

Kicked around now lost now found now lost again for good

Badly placed or half erased or lost in space and time

And all because the real one was the disappearing kind

Now you tumble

Now you know

Lucky Henry says hello

Scratched in verses high and low

And down to hell and gone I'm told

It's raining boxcars that's for sure

From Bakersfield to Elsinore

For all what I care anymore

For now and forever gone gone gone