Larry & His Flask Land Of The F(r)ee
The damn man kicking down my door
don't he know I won't see him no more?
that dusty brim hanging over his eyes
lord, I ain't never seen a man of his size
the heavy hand and the cast iron faith
he never gives but he always takes
I see the red red dust on his soul
his tired boots are as black as coal
You might see him in a subway car
or in the darkest corner down in the bar
The steely gaze and the serpent smile
he'll work you over pretty good for a while
So I'll tell you just what I did
I packed my bags and away I went
Crossed frozen mountains and a deep blue sea
I built a wall between him and me
Tell you something if you're hooked by the man
just get out while you still can.
