The air is getting hotter, there´s a rumblin´ in the skies
I´ve been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat risin´ in my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It dosn´t haunt me like it did before
I´ve been walking through the mirror to nowhere
Tryin´ to get to heaven before they close the door.
When I was in Missouri they would not let me be
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see
You broke a heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
I´ve been walkin´ that lonesome valley
Tryin´ to get to heaven before they close the door.
People on the platforms, waitin´ for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin´
Like pendulums swinging on chains
When you think that you´ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I´m just goin´ down the road feeling bad
Tryin´ to get to heaven before they close the door.
I´m goin´ down the river, down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is gonna be all right
But I don´t know what all right even means
I was ridin´ in a buggy with Miss Mary Jane
Miss Mary Jane got a house in Baltimore
I´ve been all around the world, boys
And I´m tryin´ to get to heaven before they close the door.
Gonna sleep down in the parlor and relive my dreams
I close my eyes and I wonder
If everything is as hollow as it seems
Some trains don´t pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers, like they did before
I´ve been to sugar town, I shook the sugar down
Now I´m tryin´ to get to heaven before they close the door.
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