Elder Green is dead and gone Lost his way going to town Don't know who he is or what he's done But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue Yeah it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue If I was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Maybe I'd jump or Maybe I'd reconsider Then I'd climb a little higher Like an oily rag In a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame I'd jump 18 stories from a burning fire Sooner than I'd face this world of shame Yeah I'd skip this town and Jump a westbound train Take these fingerlings from my fingers Spoken with your breath With white-washed eyes And flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I couldn't have guessed
He says I'm gonna get the hell Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west If I was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Maybe I'd jump or Maybe I'd reconsider Then I'd climb a little higher Like an oily rag In a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame I'd get so far away From that old matchbox hotel Man I'd skip this town and Jump a westbound train Anything to get away from this shame Take these fingerlings from my fingers Spoken with your breath With white-washed eyes And flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I couldn't have guessed He says I'm gonna get the hell Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west