Well a cold wind did come up and blew my hat off   I could not catch up, I guess I'm just a sad dove      I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times      Well it blew its way westward and fell in some river   I saw me a horse there, he looked familiar   When he started running like a straight away demon   I used to run like that, you should've seen me      I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times      There was a girl drowning in the river so I pulled her to shore   I breathed her breath back, she said, "Aint I seen you before?"   I said, "You might've me seen me chasing my hat,   If you see it you can have it."      I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times