I lost you awhile ago But still I don't know why I can't say your name Without a crow flying by Gotta watch my back Now that you turned me around Got me walking backwards Into my hometown
Throw me a rope On the rolling tide What did you want it to be? You said it's him or me The way you made it That's the way it will be
It was seven years on the Burma shore With gatling guns and paint Working the lowlands door-to-door Like a latter day saint Then you turn me out At the top of the stairs You took all the glory That you just couldn't share
I never been so disabused Never been so mad I never been served anything That tasted so bad You might need a friend Any day now, any day Oh my brother, be careful You are drifting away
Throw me a rope On the rolling tide What did you want it to be? You said it's him or me The way you made it That's the way it will be
