Jerusalem Blues

Slept in my jeans for these last three nights Eyes welded shut from these city lights I smile like a shotgun, dance like the wind Feel my money roll quickly growing thin Slept in my jeans for these last three nights But I feel fine - got a full jug of wine Takin' my time Leaving these Jerusalem Blues behind Looking for the girl I can make my Queen She'll have roses trailed behind, and eyes like gasoline She'll hold my hand, and ignore the dirt Show me the future 'neath her flowered skirt Looking for the girl I can make my Queen Cause I feel fine - got a full jug of wine Takin' my time Leaving these Jerusalem Blues behind Words are like dust when I try to speak Falling down in the mud with my knees so weak Say a soft, quick prayer for 5 homemade strings, And I'll drive a Cadillac along those Golden Streets But words are like dust when I try to speak But I'm still feeling fine - got this full jug of wine Takin' my time Leaving these Jerusalem Blues behind