Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter
A new song perormed for the first time by Robert Hunter on 23 July 2014 at the City Winery in New York.
Any help with the lyrics gratefully received.
I wish I was back in Heck
Noose of love around my neck
If I should die before I wake
Feed my dog like the guy in the wake
How long can it take
I am at your call and beck
No one else can drive this wreck
Waiting for the sky to fall
In my red slouch hat at home
Watching the sky
Watching the sky fall, watching the sky
Me in my red slouch hat not ready yet
Ready to die
Watching the sky
Watching the sky
Born in Heck, ready to die
Watching the sky
Come, come, come what must
Come what may
I can never forget the day
We met under the high noon sun
Ninety nine miles south of Auld Lang Syne
Having in you
Every time I disappear
Life gets longer, turn up here
Lacks something of my own fault
In my red slouch hat and all
Watching the sky, watching the sky
Watching the sky fall, watching the sky
Me in my red slouch hat not ready yet
Ready to die
Watching the sky
Watching the sky
Watching the sky
Watching the sky
Watching the sky
Watching the sky
This old man, he played eight
Blew the buzzards off the gate
He got cut down in his prime
Ninety nine years showed the ninety nine
Just like you, just like me
Suit the purpose with one damn tree
Out of all you climbed one
Grabbed my wrist and attacked the gun
Watching the sky, watching the sky
Watching the sky fall, watching the sky
Me in my red slouch hat not ready yet
Ready to die
Watching the sky
Watching the sky
Born in Heck, ready to die
Watching the sky
Short time will Alabama land
Working hard Grand Coulee Dam
Would he put me in a song
Damn thing ran one verse too long
Couldn't invoke
I myself my shy will be
Too many roots for one big tree
In my red slouch hat at home
Watching the sky
Watching the sky fall, watching the sky
Me in my red slouch hat not ready yet
Ready to die
Watching the sky
Watching the sky
[Salt teeth will spit] for my bread
While upon this earth I tread
Miles away, away from land
I know exactly where I stand
Where will that be
Between the foredeck and the aft
Jesus wept but I just laughed
Deny like Peter, pray like Paul
In my red slouch hat and all
Watching the sky, watching the sky
Watching the sky fall, watching the sky
Me in my red slouch hat not ready yet
Ready to die
Watching the sky
Watching the sky
Watching the sky
Ready, ready to die