Well a cold wind did come up and blew my hat off I could not catch up, I guess I'm just a sad dove I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times Well it blew its way westward and fell in some river I saw me a horse there, he looked familiar When he started running like a straight away demon I used to run like that, you should've seen me I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times There was a girl drowning in the river so I pulled her to shore I breathed her breath back, she said, “Ain't I seen you before?” I said, “You might've me seen me chasing my hat If you see it you can have it.” I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times