Intro:                  I lost you a while ago      But still I don’t know why        I can’t say your name      Without a crow flying by        Got to watch my back    Now that you’ve turned me a-round        Got me walking backwards     In my home-town        Throw me a rope   On the rolling tide        What did you want me to be    He said it’s him or me        The way you made it     That’s the way it will be              It was seven years on the burnin’ shore  With gatling guns and paint        Working the lowlands door-to-door      Like a latter day saint        Then you turn me out      At the top of the stairs        You took all the glory     That you just couldn’t share        I’ve never been so disabused     I’ve never been so mad        I’ve never been served anything      That tasted so bad        You might need a friend  Any day now  any day        Oh my brother  be careful   You are driftin’ away        Throw me a rope   On the rolling tide        What did you want me to be     He said it’s him or me        The way you made it       That’s the way it will be               The way you made it       That’s the way it will be