King Of The World

Hello one and all; was it you I used to know? Can't you hear me call on this old ham radio? All I've got to say, I'm alive and feeling fine Should you come my way you can share my poison wine No marigolds in the promised land, There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow Any man left on the Rio Grande Is the king of the world as far as I know I won't take your bread; I don't need no helping hand I can't be no savage; I can't be no highwayman Show me where you are; you and I can spend this day Driving in my car through the ruins of Santa Fe I'm reading last years papers, although I don't know why Assassins, cons and rapers might as well die When you come around, no more plain regrets Watch the sun go brown smoking cobalt cigarettes There's no need to hide, taking things the easy way If I stay inside I might live till Saturday No marigolds in the promised land There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow Any man left of the Rio Grande Is the king of the world, king of the world as far as I know