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I live uptown
I live downtown
I live all around

I had money, and I had none
I had money, and I had none
But I never been so broke that I couldn't leave town

I'm a changeling
See me change
I'm a changeling
See me change

Yeah, I'm leavin' town
On a midnight train
Gotta see me change



I took a trip down to L'America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold

Come on people, don't you look so down
You know the rain man is coming to town
He'll change your weather, change your luck
And it'll teach you how to

Find yourself

Friendly strangers came to town
All the people put them down
But the women loved their ways

Come again some other day
Like the gentle rain
Like the gentle rain
That falls



I want to tell you 'bout Texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master

Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died

The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned, immaculate"

Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul

I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn

I'll tell you 'bout Texas radio and the Big Beat
Soft, driven, slow and mad, like some new language

I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
 
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