Oh Susanna. Crooked Down The Road. Zeneszám

Well, I've got a carved arm and a black tooth

Crippled boot and a broken heart

Stuck out here in Smiley

Oh God, I'm so alone

I will roam hobo

Come crooked down the road



I got an idiot eye and Indian hips

Conhouse lips and a wino's smile

Stuck out here in Youngstown

Killing myself slow

So I'll hitch a rattletrap boat

Come crooked down the road



I got a jacket of smoke and a charcoal lung

Dumb tongue and I'm down-at-the-heels, Joe

Stuck in Stony Mountain

Don't know which way to go

So I'll take the first morning coach

Come crooked down the road