Текст: Mazzy Star. She Hangs Brightly. I'm Sailin.

I'm sailin', sailin'
Place I've never seen that's way down south
Sweet old New Orleans
'Cause my hometown friend mistreats me awful mean

If I could holler, yea holler
If I could scream and cry
It hurts me so when I look up in the sky
'Cause my friends turn their heads as they pass me by

Now it's rainin', It's rainin'
The wind's blowing cold
Lord I thought I heard my train whistle blow
Now I'm gonna sail so far 'til I won't be back no more

Pardon me, pardon me
It?s so hard to stand and I ain?t got no money
Uncle Sam has called my name
Now there?s not a soul to give me a helping hand