Standard (EADGBE)
- (As transcribed above)
On the old forgotten crossways where the fourteen rivers did meet
The bones of our elders were lying in the street
On the dark and dusty desert like a ghost I've flown
I barely cried wherever I'd ride I ride I never found a home
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease
I am just a ramshackle I go from town to town
Where there is no shelter I lay down on the grown
I've killed for no reason I've pissed upon a kind
Cost them all and burned the bone when I've had the time
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease
Well there's saints and there are animals they've taken what they could
And it's written in the pages to do just what they should
Well they stood the test and burned the rest and tore them limb from limb
Like a fashion with no passion they open up their skin
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease