Elder Green is dead and gone   Lost his way going to town   Don't know who he is or what he's done   But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue   Yeah it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue      If I was in an old hotel   That happened to be on fire   Maybe I'd jump or   Maybe I'd reconsider   Then I'd climb a little higher      Like an oily rag   In a dusty corner   Like a box of matches near an open flame   I'd jump 18 stories from a burning fire   Sooner than I'd face this world of shame   Yeah I'd skip this town and   Jump a westbound train      Take these fingerlings from my fingers   Spoken with your breath   With white-washed eyes   And flies that linger   Seems rather forlorn and bereft      I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie   As if I couldn't have guessed   He says I'm gonna get the hell   Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west      If I was in an old hotel   That happened to be on fire   Maybe I'd jump or   Maybe I'd reconsider   Then I'd climb a little higher      Like an oily rag   In a dusty corner   Like a box of matches near an open flame   I'd get so far away   From that old matchbox hotel   Man I'd skip this town and   Jump a westbound train   Anything to get away from this shame      Take these fingerlings from my fingers   Spoken with your breath   With white-washed eyes   And flies that linger   Seems rather forlorn and bereft      I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie   As if I couldn't have guessed   He says I'm gonna get the hell   Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west