Bow and arrow, no wind High up in the dawn light Where everything begins No direction, but a steady drum Over the treetops, put my knuckle On the sun Oh Mama, I cannot say That I'm not affected By your orange blossom ways Took aim, spoke low Backed up to the West And let that little arrow go Valhallas want to name you Old relations in the valley Want to claim you There's no pill that can satisfy Your need to work and my need Not to deny I can moan like a dog And kick like a mule Say I've been sleeping well That wouldn't be true And I'm hooked like a fish On a telephone line Rounders and powders And fine Spanish wine Oh Darling, I'm still awake There are shadows on the wall Where the dawn wants to break This old mattress where we used to lie Heaven knows it's empty And I'm still on my side Oh Mama, I cannot say I am not affected by those Old fashioned ways There's some blood, some bone Something so sweet about The air back home Some name it, some blame it Some would rather see it go While others want to claim it Every j**el that you find Every gla** you drain And every watch you wind I can moan like a dog And kick like a mule Say I've been sleeping well That wouldn't be true And I'm hooked like a fish On a telephone line Rounders and powders And fine Spanish wine