Tekster: Pirates Of The Mississippi. Feed Jake.

I'm standing at the crossroads in life, and I don't know where to go
You know you've got my heart babe but my music's got my soul
Let me play it one more time, I'll tell the truth and make it rhyme
And hope they understand me

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake, feed Jake

Now Broadway's like a sewer, bums and hookers everywhere
Whino's passed out on the side walk, doesn't anybody care
Some say he's worthless, just let him be
But I for one would have to disagree and so would their mama

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake, feed Jake

If you get an ear pierced, some will call you gay
But if you drive a pick-up, they'll say, "No, he must be straight"
What we are and what we ain't, what we can and what we can't
Does it really matter?

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake, feed Jake