Turnin' tricks on Sunset, twenty bucks a pop.
Some out of town old business man or an undercover cop.
I'm living with that virus flowing way down in my veins.
I wish it would rain.
I know you've heard my story, or seen me on the street.
Just another cracker jigalo dressed up like trick or treat.
Now you may want to judge me or treat me with distain.
I wish it would rain.
Memphis, Texas, Houston, Tennessee.
I'm just so turned around I don't know where I wanna be.
This California desert is driving me insane.
Oh, I wish it would rain.
So I squandered my resistance taking any kind of drug.
Oh, I'd smoke or shoot or eat it. I'd drink it from a jug.
And I offer no excuses for your sympathies to gain.
I wish it would rain.
And everybody knows me as the kid.
I've made it seven years and still I don't know how I did.
I come from a long line of living love in vain.
Oh, I wish it would rain.
So I pray to Mother Mary. I've even seen a priest.
When the angels come to get me I know I'll be released.
I'll leave this mean old desert bound for Memphis on a train.
I wish it would rain.
Oh, I wish it would rain.
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[From his album: "The Houston Kid"
Songwriters: Roger Penzabene; Norman Whitfield; Barrett Strong;
© Jobete Music Co Inc
Contributed: Marten Busstra 2009]
Some out of town old business man or an undercover cop.
I'm living with that virus flowing way down in my veins.
I wish it would rain.
I know you've heard my story, or seen me on the street.
Just another cracker jigalo dressed up like trick or treat.
Now you may want to judge me or treat me with distain.
I wish it would rain.
Memphis, Texas, Houston, Tennessee.
I'm just so turned around I don't know where I wanna be.
This California desert is driving me insane.
Oh, I wish it would rain.
So I squandered my resistance taking any kind of drug.
Oh, I'd smoke or shoot or eat it. I'd drink it from a jug.
And I offer no excuses for your sympathies to gain.
I wish it would rain.
And everybody knows me as the kid.
I've made it seven years and still I don't know how I did.
I come from a long line of living love in vain.
Oh, I wish it would rain.
So I pray to Mother Mary. I've even seen a priest.
When the angels come to get me I know I'll be released.
I'll leave this mean old desert bound for Memphis on a train.
I wish it would rain.
Oh, I wish it would rain.
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[From his album: "The Houston Kid"
Songwriters: Roger Penzabene; Norman Whitfield; Barrett Strong;
© Jobete Music Co Inc
Contributed: Marten Busstra 2009]