Jet Lag Blues

Unmarked stones in the burial ground
 Unmarked wheel keeps the wagon wheel round
 Casablanca have you heard the news
 Something, something, I got the jet lag blues
 Freight yards down in Witchita
 Freight hopper's luck is hard to draw
 Grass fires burn the Oklahoma plains
 Summer comes and the dust remains
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 Your daddy's rich and I am poor
 (but rich at heart)
 Your spoiled daughter well she wants more
 Spirit comes through our destructive mirrors
 I'll catch the train right out of here
 It's been this way many times before
 Legends made of old folk lore
 That'll be my ticket right out of here
 Something, something, stop seven miles my dear
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 On a rooftop down in Synegog
 These malaria pills they don't work at all
 Been up now for seven days
 All my dreams in a purple haze
 Unmarked stones in a burial ground
 Unmark wheel keeps the wagon wheel round
 Casablanca have ya heard the news
 Something, something, I've got the jet lag blues