pan american blues

a fifth on decoration day for the doctor that fixed my arm

the federales back from tucson

each one got an arm gone

limehouse pratt got dim inside

can't see the painted ladies runaround at night

a wood-paneled room

my cigarette fumes waltz and dissolve just for you

there's gonna be a truce

there's gonna be a truce

there's gonna be a truce but

first you got to set your horses loose

a jaguar simmering in a cage

give him a chance

can you tell the answer from the ants

history's got it's walking papers can't get enough

of the make-up that makes it look so tough

well it

ssseems just like a freeze out

seems just like a freeze out

seems just like a freeze out

an undisclosed

deeply wooded lose your way route