diamond rings and petticoats burlap bags and billygoats creamy corn sausage and gravy aluminum cans and wild weeds women waiting for the thieves dirty digging round the devils door listening to the ditches riches roar pure d shifters pleasures will land the capsule on the hill silver star tracks the drunkard s doom lonesome whistle rides the rings tomorrow night the bluebird sings a song of lime juice and despair glad rags round her yankee auburn hair false knight standing weary worn on the battle field of the new war torn twenty foot of sugarcane in his hand raccoon sleeping in a box holds a picture of the silverfox the sun is falling in the western sky wrinkle in the twinkle of his eye time is cigarette burning down off paint of the jaw of a dying clown perfume passage to the rites of age rituals lost in radios like cowboys leaving rodeos the sun is falling in the western sky wrinkle in the twinkle of his eye the sun is falling in the western sky wrinkle in the twinkle of his eye wrinkle in the twinkle of his eye