Original Luke was a careless man Heart as hard as the Grand Coulee Dam With silos tall over great north gorge A shadow in each hand A shadow 'cross the land
Original Luke bartered better times Clanking 'round like a bag of wine His halo gone and his hat below An antique in his prime A man so out of time
I'm just trying to tell you how tired my soul is tired I'm just trying to tell you that the wires are all unwired My globe is rolling down and down, and my lost soul is so tired
Luke was run down by a coffee stand A famous caffeinated brand He dove right down in a black manhole A good girl in each hand A shadow 'cross the land
Original Luke guzzled gasoline He drank it down 'til his tube was clean Pine trees bent down to make a box for ashes and a dream There's nothing much between
