Lyrics
Well I went down an empty lane
Searching for a song
Came back an empty man
My whiskers they hung long
Lord, they hung long
Yes I am your native son
Despite my queer disguise
I keep all I can call my own
In the bags beneath my eyes
Underneath my eyes
Oh, Miss Mary, don't despair
We got ways to numb your pain
Same old story, blood, sweat, glory
Just hope all your trials weren't in vain
To all my so-called countrymen
Who bless the stolen ground
Is Jesus gonna pick you up
When your hunger weighs you down?
When it weighs you down
Well mama come and save me
Nothing's sacred anymore
What good was living for?
And I've been wondering
Just who misplaced my soul?
There's pockets in my holes
Way out on the open plain
Men pave beneath the sun
The great suburban dawn
If you build it, they will come
Build it, they will come
Build it, they will come
Oh, Miss Mary, don't despair
We got ways to numb your pain
Same old story, blood, sweat, glory
I just hope all your trials weren't in vain
Well I went down an empty lane
Searching for a song
Came back an empty man
My whiskers they hung long
Lord, they hung long
Lord, they hung long