Lyrics:

Solomon had a barracuda
He rolled it three times at the bottom of the hill
Then he sold me all the good parts
For a lonely one hundred dollar bill
He tells me, 'Hey man, the Indian walked away'
A haphazard miracle
He displays all his visions
On a speeding pill pedestal
Solomon's ride
Solomon's ride
They tells me he wore a robe
No shoes on his feet, carried only a bowl and spoon
Walked with his friend, Lightening
Down from a Colorado sun to a Guatemalan moon
And he's been to Vietnam
And he's fried way too much back in '69
He says he's a mathematical genius
He's a long haired biker for God, friend of mine
Solomon's ride
Solomon's ride
Solomon's ride
He says he's just a cowboy
But he don't like no meat
How can you live with the slaughter
And be shocked with the shuffle in the street?
Solomon fell in love by letter
A brain surgeon he never met out in Ukraine
Gave it all up here and went out to go get her
When I last saw him, he was making a run for the plane
Solomon's ride
Solomon's ride

Solomon's ride
Solomon's ride
Solomon's ride