Snake Eyes

Come on everybody there's a train comin'

Won't be at the station too long

Go ahead and listen to the jack leg television preacher

If you want to get on

I'm just a runaway truck

I don't give a flying flip about much

But to things down, lord turn it around

I don't mind livin' on grits

But I'm tired of eatin' crow and I need a hit

Of something to wash it down, lord turn it around

I keep dreaming of those snake eyes

Dreaming of those snake eyes

And I'm lookin' for my paradise

Looking for my paradise

I keep chasin a patch of green grass

All I need is a peace of mind that's gonna last

And I feel the fire, lord can you heal my desire