03 Nobody Home Lyrics

I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb in.
When Im a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of s___ on the tv to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
Therell be nobody home.

I got the obligatory hendrix peom,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
Ive got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to (-- fly to... fly to... fly to...).
Ooooo babe,
When I pick up the phone,
Theres still nobody home.

I got a pair of gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.