Just a song we shared, I'll hear brings memories back, when you were here of your smile, your easy laughter, of your kiss. Those moments after. I thi… - Sixto Rodriguez

Woman, please be gone.
You've stayed here much too long.
Don't you wish that you could cry?
Don't you wish I would die?
Seamy seesaw kids.
Child-women on the skids.
The dust will choke you blind.
The lust will choke your mind.
I kiss the floor, one kick, no more.
The pig and hose have set me free.
I've tasted Hate Street's hanging tree.
I've tasted Hate Street's hanging tree.

The generals hate holidays.
Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away.
Another store front church is open.
Sea of neon lights. A boxer, his shadow fights.
Soldier tired and sailor broken.
Winter's asleep at my window.
Cold wind waits at my door.
She asks me up to her place
but I won't be down anymore.

And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold
and you measure for love by the sweet things you're told
and you live in the past of a dream that you're in
and your selfishness is your cardinal sin.
And you want to be held with highest regard.
It delights you so much
if he's trying so hard.
And you're trying to conceal your ordinary way
with a smile or a shrug
or some stolen cliché.
But don't you understand?
And don't you look about?
I'm trying to take nothing from you
so why should you act so put out, for me?