Hello one and all, was it you I used to know?
Can't you hear me call on this old ham radio?
All I've got to say, I'm alive and feeling fine There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow
No marigolds in the promised land,
Should you come my way you can share my poison wine
Any man left on the Rio Grande I can't be no savage, I can't be no highwayman
Is the king of the world as far as I know
Show me where you are, you and I can spend this day
Driving in my car through the ruins of Santa Fe
I won't take your bread, I don't need no helping hand Assassins, cons and rapers might as well die
I'm reading last years papers, although I don't know why
When you come around, no more plain regrets
Watch the sun go brown smoking cobalt cigarettes
There's no need to hide, taking things the easy way
If I stay inside I might live till Saturday No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow
Is the king of the world, king of the world as far as I knowAny man left of the Rio Grande.
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