You see, it's so nice to get away, get away for a day
I see a hollow man, gun in hand, gun in hand, it points my way, oh
You know, he follows me everywhere and everyday, I gotta get away
I won't miss him if he goes away and stays away, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a wild hearted son
I'm comin' down like a rolling stone, yeah
Wild hearted son
I'm a wild hearted son
Lil' honey, the world didn't want me to run
Wild hearted son, son, baby, yeah
uh said the man to the lady
uh said the lady to the man she adored
and the whores like a choir
go uh all night
and mary ain't ya tired of this
uh
is the sound
that the mother breaks
when the baby breaks.
Shots fired in anger
And a widow cries alone
Just one more mother's son
Who won't be coming home
They speak in whispers
There are riders to the east
The blind man says
"Mister bring a bottle and a priest"
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