A Bunch Of Lonesome Heros
A bunch of lonesome & very quarrelsome heroes
Were smoking out along the open road;
The night was very dark & thick between them,
Each man beneath his ordinary load.
"i'd like to tell my story,"
Said one of them so young & bold,
"i'd like to tell my story,
Before i turn into gold."
But no one really could hear him,
The night so dark & thick & green;
Well i guess that these heroes must always live there
Where you & i have only been.
Put out your cigarette, my love,
You've been alone too long;
And some of us are very hungry now
To hear what it is you've done that was so wrong.
I sing this for the crickets,
I sing this for the army,
I sing this for your children
And for all who do not need me.
"i'd like to tell my story,"
Said one of them so bold,
"oh yes, i'd like to tell my story
'cause you know i feel i'm turning into gold."
