Riding the stage to Yuma...
Cloud Shadow Six
And always I'll
remumbuh!
remumbuh!
remumbuh!
Where my boat was
half sunk in the sand of
a Mexican trailer village in
Yuma! Yuma! Yuma!
My poorest
neighbor
in
'de smallest trailer ~
Was 'de one
who
with-
out failure ~
Fed every stray
starv-
ing
kitty-cat ~
This remembrance lives
forever
under my
soiled hat ~
All them straggly
little critters
a-
bout twenty ~
Waitin' around the
smallest trailer
for
their good n' plenty...
Cloud Shadow VII
T'was this mornin'
when
headin' out
fer work ~
I was not
paying attention
n' like
a jerk ~
I stepped off the deck
of my ship
into
Deep Desert air ~
No
more ground!
jus'
atmosphair!
Whoa,
Nelly
Bell
!!!
Was I falling falling
in-
to
Hell?
What
a
simpleton
was I ~
What
a
skeleton
was I!
No more
flesh n' blood
forever
had I ~
I fell thru
Deep Desert air
yodeling
a mad man's cry!
With a big n' full
Yellow Moon
in front of
my screaming skull face ~
With the splashing blood
of a rising sun
behind me
taking the full moon's place ~
I realized with a
chill
in my bone n' bone
n' nothin' but bone ~
Now
I
was
really alone ~
And with nothin' in
my skull
but whistling air and the
cling-clanging of a banging bell ~
Swiftly I headed for a
crack-up on the rocks
of what seemed
to be Deep Desert hell!
There was
only
the Spiritual
in front of me now ~
For the Material World
had finally spit
yours truly
all the way out some how...
Cloud Shadow Eight
My ex-landlady and
the Mexican hombres
stand over
the caved-in hole ~
Where the dilapidated
old tug boat
used
to go ~
Where ye olde ship
stole
the body
and soul ~
Of
El
Gring-
o ~
El Gringo
While scratching their
heads and
rubbing their chins
they wonder ~
Yeeeeeeeap
they
wonder
asunder ~
Where did the
ship and
El
Gringo go?
As a chill wind
bloweth
and a rising sun
do'ith glowwwwwww...
Cloud Shadow Nine
As I spun
'round
n'
'round ~
Toward
the
rocky
ground ~
My
boney
fingers
grabbed hold ~
Of somethin'
hard
n'
cold ~
Now in-
stead
of fall-
ing, I swang ~
My
oh
my
hot dang!
A couple thousand feet
above
the rocks
n' sand ~
I held on
tight
with one
boney hand ~
Swing-swanging
to
n'
fro ~
Holding onto what
I
didn't
know...
Cloud Shadow 10
But as the sun
riseth
I
do'ith see ~
By
what
dangleth
me ~
T'is
an
anchor ~
anchors away!
Yeeeeeeeap, we
got
anudder smoooooooth
sailing day!
Fortunately at
the end
of
a rusty old chain ~
One knuckle
click clack cracking
hand
manages to retain ~
A grip
upon the tip
of the anchor swing-
ing to n' fro ~
Oh wow! Look at
all those holes in
the bottom of
the tug that do'ith go ~
Chug
chug
chug
chug a lug ~
About as
fast as
a
love sick slug ~
Who cares
how
or
why?
Across
Deep
Desert
skyyyyyyy...
Leaving Yuma...