On the road
as it is in heaven
a dharma bum gone beatnik
is ridin' his thumb to mobile salvation
Tellin' it like "it" is
with an eye for detail
and a hand for compassion
and prose like a stick on a picket fence
Off the top of his head
came a ramblin' mojo journal
of the hip and the down and out
and then he died for their sins to boot
And now we follow his lead
his blues on the wind
hot afternoon angel
to heaven ascend
So sing on in heaven Jack
and lemme bum a cigarette
let's drink to America
let's drink to forget
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