A Trial In Our Native Town

A leather strip around your hand The great landowner whom you kissed The cries out from the battlefield Tell me where did you come from Coming right through to the end You don't want to resent The poor souls that brought you here The landscape behind your fingerprints You have walked between snakes in the plain People everywhere greeted you in vain Steal my heart baby just roll on Just roll on from your native town They've been haunting you and drinking They've been so careful thinking That you shouldn't be alone here That you belong to them There's the drummer breathing the air