Lyrics: Jackson Street

this one-eyed beast of a train
she burrows through this red clay land
leakin' smoke from the holes in her crown
she stretches sixty cars long
and chews tobacco like a nun
and she's bound for some railyard town

and there's nothin' else but nothin'
as far as i can see
oh, what i wouldn't give to be...

sittin' on my front porch
smellin' the new fallin' rain
comin' down on jackson street
and smellin' sweet as a young pony's mane

oh, these crazy wet mountains
with their evil and their scars
people get buried nightly in these canyons
and i feel just like an elk
standin' stoic and alone
the twitchin' of my nose my only motion

and there's nothin' else but nothin'
as far as i can see
oh, what i wouldn't give to be...

sittin' on my front porch
smellin' the new fallin' rain
comin' down on jackson street
and smellin' sweet as a young pony's mane

sixty coaches long
and every one a flat-bed
like a snake's shadow crawlin' low and slow
and the time change goes un-noticed
by all save for a hawk
who glides in circles decidin' where to go

and there's nothin' else but nothin'
as far as i can see
oh, what i wouldn't give to be...

sittin' on my front porch
smellin' the new fallin' rain
comin' down on jackson street
and smellin' sweet as a young pony's mane