And after three days of drinkin' with Larry Love

I just get an inklin' to go on home

So, I'm walkin' down Coldharbour Lane, head hung low, three or four in the mornin'

The sun's comin' up and the birds are out singing

I let myself into my pad

Wend myself up that spiral staircase and stretch out nice on the Chesterfield

Pithecanthropus Erectus already on the CD player and I just push that remote button to sublimity

And listen to the sweet sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus

And J.R. Monterose and Jackie McLean duet on those saxophones and

The sound makes its way out the window minglin' with the traffic noises outside, you know

And all of a sudden I'm overcome by a feelin' of brief mortality

'Cause I'm gettin' on in the world, comin' up on forty-one years

Forty-one stony gray steps towards the grave, you know

The box awaits its grisly load

Now I'm gonna be food for worms

And just like Charles Mingus wrote that beautiful piece of music "Epitaph" for Eric Dolphy

I say, "So long, Eric. So long John Coltrane and Charles Mingus

So long Duke Ellington and Lester Young

So long Billie Holliday and Ella Fitzgerald

So long Jimmy Reed. So long Muddy Waters, and so long Howlin' Wolf."

Woke up this mornin'

Got yourself a gun

Your mama always said you'd be the Chosen One

She said, "You're one in a million

You got to burn to shine"

But you were born under a bad sign

With a blue moon in your eyes

im not going to tell you whats is its ok im alright dont try and act like im a fool im already know that i am actly what i say i am if you agree its should be ok it's gonna be alright it's gonna be ok as long as you stay here with me dont go away.