restin´ bones þarký sözü

came up on a worried man, asked him if he had a light.
he reached on down, dug in his shoe, figured in his sock he might.
he asked if he could come and join, at what we was partakin´ in.
i says,"ol´ soul if you got a match, you also got yourself a friend".

the smoke drew hard but laid in good, the neon gave us extra shine.
we passed around a flask of knockando, and a half litre bottle of wine.
the worried man dropped down to his knees, and let out with a somber groan.
he looked up to me and when i asked, he said,"i´m just restin´ my bones".

i looked down at him, and him up at me, then a smile rose above his chin.
he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down, said," listen to me now my friend".
when i was your age i did it all, more than many men could do,
now my possessions are the ones i wear on my back, and this lighter i keep in my shoe.

that´s why i´m restin´ my bones.

i´m restin´ my bones for the times i fell, fell and hit myself on the ground.
restin´ my bones for the loneliness, of being the only genius around.
i´m restin´ my bones for prosperity, in hopes that it´ll do me some good.
i´m restin´ bones from amphetamines, see they turned teeth to balsa wood.
i´m restin´ bones for johnny cash, ´cause for me and mine he´s wearin´ black.
i´ll be restin´ my bones for elvis, i seen him last week at the track.
if i´m restin´ bones and you come along, just try and tippy toe on by.
´cause when i´m restin´ bones i hope to sleep, and maybe slip away and die.