The Hellhound's Address

Oh
I was but a waif, just a-waitin' to be taken
By a stiff breeze, a hellhound or a full moon
Yes, my eyes were so wild
And my time, it was almost through

But lo! behold
In the half-wrecked seventh ward
Cockfights in the twilight, under broken streetlights
A vagabond with strong arms said
I will do you no harm

We fit together
Together like two birds in a little nest
Two tired birds
Who flew 'cross the desert in one long stretch
Oh, two lonesome doves
Come now and take you a good rest
Now our feathers fall
Our feathers fall together

Now I've returned from the airless expanse
Of the stratosphere, stratosphere, stratosphere
After all that slaughter, dear
We've nothing left to fear
After all that slaughter, dear
We've nothing left to fear
Oh, hellhound lay down
We've nothing left to fear

We fit together
Together like two birds in a little nest
And now our feathers fall
Our feathers fall together

Who would have guessed?
Your hand-rolled cigarette
Lit by a burning stick
A burning stick, a burning stick
Oh strange as it may seem
I've seen it before in a dream
Oh strange as it may seem
I've seen you before in a dream

Oh, hellhound lay down
You ain't as bad as you seem