You'll have to take the long way down
Laying low, staying out of sight
Ain't no compass, brother,
Just a telephone wire and the railroad track
Keep on walking and you don't look back
'Til you get to the bottomland
(too) River Styx is high and wide
Cinderbricks and razorwire
And walls of iron and concrete
Hound dogs howling round the gate
Them dogs'll lay down and play dead
If you got the bones, if you got the bread
But if all you got is your own two legs
(too) You're on the lam, you're on the run
Don't give your name, you don't have one
Don't look no one in the eye
That town will try to suck you dry
They'll pluck the heart right out your chest
They'll truss you up in your Sunday best
And stuff your mouth with cotton
