Joseph City, you look mighty pretty When your hills are red and rosy Your streams all dry and sandy
City lady Make me a further fan In your old casino Resting heavy (on the land) Ravens calling My baby is cold Back from the East He is not deceased Just a little empty
There's nothing in the ark Let's get out of this house It smells like rats Found a quarter in the open couch Now it amounts to 60 cents Let's take a walk to the candy shop Down the road, it's way too hot
