Poet, Fool Or Bum - Lee Hazlewood

She came running down the highway, naked as the sun

Said she are you going my way poet, fool or bum

Red hair had she, saw right through me, but what could she see?

A poet?

No, A fool?

I hope not.

A bum?

No… I’m only me

When her left hand touched the water fire and smoke did come

Laughing like some virgin’s daughter, said she run for run.

Freedom sleeps in caves where dreams are just in dreams we’re free

A poet?

No, A fool?

I hope not.

A bum?

No… I’m only me

Interlude with humming:

Lee says something here I can’t understand

Put her cruel lips to a bottle, label Christmas Day

Said she everyday is Christmas, drink some while you may.

Touched the bottle, broke into the cross of calvary

A poet?

No, A fool?

I hope not.

A bum?

No… I’m only me

Then she gave me toy soldiers, bright and shiny new.

Take them, said she, to the children, they’ll know what to do.

Soon their games of madness will become reality

A poet?

No, A fool?

I hope not.

A bum?

No… I’m only me

Said she’d take me to the morning rains my soul’s on fire

I said morning rains I’ve heard will wash away desire

She grew angry wings and left in circled finity

A poet?

No, A fool?

I hope not.

A bum?

No… I’m only me

No… I’m only me

No… I’m only me