Jack Johnson Slammin' & Bangin' (last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie)
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or
too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand
holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-
drippin'
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its
wrong
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too
long
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-
crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin'
and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's
a-slammin' and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And you ask your self "why did they tell me when I was
born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found
yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in
the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek
stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its
beat
And your bells
And yer whole world's
a-slammin' and bangin'