Lyrics:

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