Hello one and all; was it you I used to know?

Can't you hear me call on this old ham radio?

All I've got to say, I'm alive and feeling fine

Should you come my way you can share my poison wine



No marigolds in the promised land,

There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow

Any man left on the Rio Grande

Is the king of the world as far as I know



I won't take your bread; I don't need no helping hand

I can't be no savage; I can't be no highwayman

Show me where you are; you and I can spend this day

Driving in my car through the ruins of Santa Fe



[Chorus]



I'm reading last years papers, although I don't know why

Assassins, cons and rapers might as well die



When you come around, no more plain regrets

Watch the sun go brown smoking cobalt cigarettes

There's no need to hide, taking things the easy way

If I stay inside I might live till Saturday



No marigolds in the promised land

There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow

Any man left of the Rio Grande

Is the king of the world, king of the world as far as I know