well the fog's rollin' thick in the trees  and the fire burns deep in the hole  my conscience a wound with no salve  it betrays me wherever I go  said the best way a man can go down  is to die with his face to the street  and you guessed that the  way I'd go down  like a gambler who rolls off to sleep  but that night on the mountain,  I staged my own death  left my clothes scattered far  down the trail  and I dreamed of your neck,  your raven-haired crown  with no trace, I jumped over the rail  Move along, cannot stay  The Stoppin'-off place  Move along, cannot stay  The Stoppin'-off place  plain clothes knows nothin' bout me  and plain clothes knows  nothin' bout you  he'll call off the chase in a snap  he'll give up the chase if you ask  and I promised to you, that I'd  see my way clear  and I'd come back to get  you someday  with silver for teeth and blood  in my hair  I'd come back and get you someday  Move along, cannot stay  The Stoppin'-off place  Move along, cannot stay  The Stoppin'-off place  Move along, cannot stay  The Stoppin'-off place  Move along, cannot stay  The Stoppin'-off place