Elder green is dead and gone   Lost his way going down   Don’t know who he is or what he is done   But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue   Yeah, it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue   If it 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 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 going with that sack on your shoulder Willie   As if I could have guessed   He says I’m gonna get the hell   Out of slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west…   I’d get so far away   From that old matchbox hotal   Man I’d skip this town   Jump a westbound train   Anything to get away from this shame