Train, [bad word] and gone [bad word] coco
My cold empty
Shake, shake
Sugaree
Shoo, shoo fly [bad word] back again

X X the eyes
C. C. Rider riding
On the morning tide
To the fall horizon
Sic, sic the wolves
And hope it don't get ugly
trick pony
He don't know me
He don't know me at all

Knock, knock
Go away
Pull the trigger
And see your shadow laughing
Transatlantic
There's no one there
It's no [bad word] With your conscience calling

X X the eyes
C. C. Rider riding
On the morning tide
To the fall horizon
Sic, sic the wolves
And hope it don't get ugly
trick pony
He don't know me
He don't know me at all