Mustangs

I got roughed up by them mustangs down in Memphis, Tennessee where the river runs dry and the women all livin' off of OxyContin dreams. Well, I said “Maybe, Baby, it's just me, but there's a prowler down by the stream.” I'm going down to the river just to was myself clean. I'm going down on the banks of Galile. I struck out of luck in Washington with a gun against my throat. I said, “Maybe she's a poet but it's all murder that she wrote.” She left me with a five dollar bill and a rabbit overcoat. I'm going down in the Pines, in the Pines. Gonna let it shine on down, gonna let it shine. I bought some $10 boots in Houston from a speed freak named Suzanne. She was jumping up into the chimney, coming back down in the frying pan. Well, I said, “ maybe, baby, you should lay off the tinfoil and the match and clean up all that garbage you got land out round back. Well, I'm going down East Colfax for a bag and some gin. I'm going down just to see what kind of shape I'm in. I got robbed by a federal policeman down in southern Mexico. He thought I was drunk, but I was just on a mescaline roll. Now, if you can't find the truth that I buried deep in this song, you can go down to the river just to prove me wrong, you can go down to the river just prove me wrong.