ain't seen before

ain't seen nothing like that in Georgia
never seen a thing like that today
we walk past the moment in the day time
oh Woody past the day time to play

New York City ain't a small place when your drunk
John Lee Hooker sings the songs
I'm waiting for my bus to get back to Georgia
see if I can find myself some light

while this guitar kills fascists
he got shot many times in the Belly with Lead
rich folk don't speak the language I'm speaking
ain't that just something for this man

each Dagger hits me square in the forehead
drinking that railway turpentine
doctor said i'd make me blind
why would I wanna see anyways?

theres Jack and Allen and even William S too
they write down their pages in a well-written poetry book
for Hank and Bob and sometimes Ramblin Jack
they made no fortune out of clay

now from the Western front
the cats emerge
politically at their best
I read a newspaper today
almost made me vomit

we all get a chance to sing the blues
I'm headed on down that highway
headed back to highway 61
back there to wear a ball and chain