Junkie’s Dream - Blackfoot

Junkie's Dream - Blackfoot
Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow
He'll make you scream inside
With his wide brim hat and his Cadillac
He'll take you for a riii-ide oh baby
Long ago you'd have sold your mother's soul
To the man on the street
But now you sell a night of love pretty baby
To the people you meet
Your old man can't supply the both of you
You should know damn well
So the next time that your junk baby it runs out
You broke the night in hell
Oh you broke the night in hell
Your good nightmare is a junkie's dream
Your good nightmare is a junkie's dreammmm
Oh Ho no
And don't you worry little baby
Some day you'll see it snow
Oh Your good nightmare is a junkie's dream
Your good nightmare Oh
Is a standin outside in the rain
Suitcase in her hand
Wheels gettin' cold and a she's gettin' old
And oh God don't you understand
A junkie has no promise that a he'll get by
Without pumpin' his veins
So go sell your soul for a bag full of snow
And if your lucky you'll die in vain
And if your lucky you'll die in vain Lord Lord
Oh oh oh