Sundance Blues

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You got a hole in your soul in your shoes.  You got the blues.

You got holes in the pockets of your pants.

An’ you know that they’re comin’ to take you.

You ain’t got a ghost of a chance, to do no sundance.

 

You traveled on your hard road to nowhere ah but you got there

Then you look back for a minute, just a glance.

You see ashes on the highways that you been down

An’ you wonder did you lose the game of chance, don’t you Sundance?

   

You ride your silver studded stallion through the moonlight on a dark night,

Across the desert with the whirl winds watch him prance.

An’ then time sends a postcard to your memory

And the tears fall as the rain man stands and chants for the soul of Sundance.

   

In the falcons bloody talons rests the lamb and that’s where I am

As your legions await their orders to advance

You hear pleas for compassion through the thunder

And you wonder should you yield to the warrior’s lance your captive Sundance.

 

Yeh, you got a hole in your soul of your shoes.  You got the blues.

An’ you got holes in the pockets of your pants.

An’ you know that they’re comin’ to take you.

You ain’t got a ghost of a chance, to do no sundance.

 

You traveled on your hard road to nowhere but you got there

An’ then you look back for a minute, just a glance.

You see ashes on the highways that you’ve been down

An’ you wonder did you lose the game of chance, don’t you Sundance?

Yeh, you wonder if you’ve lost this game of chance, don’t you Sundance?

 

© 1981 - RDT