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Watch my back and light my way 
(My traveling star, my traveling star).
Watch over all of those born 
St. Christopher's Day 
(Old road dog, young
the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Yo 
As the universe expands 
I contemplate whether it was God or the Big Bang that made man 
Sometimes I wonder how come 
We can't live without
the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy

By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
From St. Martin
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face.
Checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's place.

Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when
the tents
The stars above all the barren trees
Were his only audience

Yeah, them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
And I know one thing,
to that McDonald's, took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
Feeling like a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face
Checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's place

And children by the million sing
in the moonlight
And broke out a big cigar
Just business as usual
Beneath the tropic stars

Alors(come on) alors (let's go) alors
Vien faire in
to that McDonald's, took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
Past the M4, 5 and the big 6
Watching the stars with a satellite dish
21st century chapels
Crucified our land lies flat
TV monsters ridicule
Each
While Matthew and the big guy just play ring-around-the-roses 

A pearl knit sweater and a gasoline rag 
He's got a fistful of stars and an old dog tag
Outside St. Ignatius, outside of the law
You walk by so gracefully, I just stand in awe
You're a goddess, you're the hottest oddity I've found
We can
the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Yo 
As the universe expands 
I contemplate whether it was God or the Big Bang that made man 
Sometimes I wonder how come 
We can't live without
McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
Drivin' so
the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Trying to hook me up on the earpiece too
Yeah you keeping the 1st two wires or not

I got a gig in California
Gonna make it big in California
shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues

St. Louis blues, they were all the news
on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us