Seeds - Live at Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA - 10/13/1986

Well a great black river a man had found
So he put all his money in a hole in the ground
And sent a big steel arm drivin' down, down, down
I live on the streets of Houston town

Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along
And we headed down south with just spit and a song
They said, "Sorry son it's gone, gone, gone"
It's all gone, gone, gone

Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks
The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back
Tents pitched on the highway in the dirty moonlight
And I don't know where I'm gonna sleep tonight

Parked in the lumberyard freezin' our asses off
My kids in the back seat has got a graveyard cough
Well I'm sleepin' up in front with my wife
Billy club tappin' on the windshield in the middle of the night
Says, "Come, move along man"

Well big limousine long shiny and black
You don't look ahead then you don't look back
How many times can you get up after you've been hit?
Well I swear if I could spare the spit
I'd lay one on your shiny chrome
And send you on your way back home

So if you're gonna leave your town where the north wind blow
To go on down where that sweet soda river flow
Well you better think twice on it Jack
You're better off buyin' a shotgun dead off the rack
You ain't gonna find nothin' down here friend
Except seeds blowin' up the highway in the south wind
Movin' on, movin' on it's gone, gone, gone now, now, now