Train to Jackson

Dead before the sun could rise
 I stole the silver off my lover's eyes
 Rolled out on the dark demise
 Of midnight's breaking day
 Born full grown and raised up wild
 All mortal bones and passions piled
 Upon my head the blessed child
 The father of the man
 I cut my hair and caught a train to Jackson
 I took a name and found the range
 Where a voice will make no sound
 I met a man he told me "Son,
 I can see you're on the run,
 If you tell me where you're going
 I'll tell you where you're bound"
 They put me off outside of town
 A cold black rain was falling down
 I lay my head on the red clay ground
 And slept for a thousand years
 I woke into a fever dream
 Where silence talked and money screamed
 And nothing was but only seemed
 And no one seemed to care
 I cut my teeth on the bread of pure temptation
 I tried it all and I learned to fall
 Like I would never hit the ground
 I met a ghost who looked like me
 I asked him, "Is it plain to see
 Or is it hidden?"
 But he never made a sound
 I was a lion in the circus ring
 A scarecrow dressed up like a king
 Innocent of anything
 Like love and going blind
 So I set all my clothes on fire
 Sold my soul to any buyer
 Wrapped my heart in concertina wire
 And showed it for a song
 I cut and run I ran until I stumbled
 I struck out alone a rolling stone
 Forty days came up and down
 I chased the river to the source
 I met a girl on a pale horse
 She pressed her fingers up against my lips
 And I fell down dead and gone