Album: Burden
(Budde/Johnson)

Got a bag full of blood and bones
A wind of hangman’s rope
A pocket full of flint and buck
I gotta sell all my chicken stock

On a trip to Normal
Sorry, I can’t make it

Blow the safe then blow the bank
Rollin’ high and rollin’ low
White lightnin’ in my case
I gotta make a down payment on my soul

On a trip to Normal
Sorry, I can’t make it
On a trip to Normal
On a trip to Normal

Dust and dead’uns in the alleys
A wave of corpses has reached its crest
The bars are full and the graves are empty
Ain’t hard to tell that no one’s left

On a trip to Normal
Sorry, I can’t make it
On a trip to Normal
On a trip to Normal