Suicide by matricide
Her throat in my hands
November 22, 1963, when the chickens came home to roost for me and Alamo Rose.Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you.
It took ten years and lsd to bring us back together again. Me tripping my ass off, her with a nice hot cup of coffee and a piece of schmaltz herring. She had no idea I was tripping. We talked for hours. She became my best friend. She told me this joke:
It was a horrible crime, a Jewish boy murdered his mother, then he cut her heart out and ran down the street with it in his hands. He tripped and fell down. And the heart said, "Oiy vey, did you hurt yourself son?"
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I found him by the railroad track this morning
I could see that he was nearly dead
I knelt down beside him and I listened
Just to hear the words the dying fellow said
He said they let me out of prison down in Frisco
For ten long years I've paid for what I've done
I was trying to get back to Louisiana
To see my Rose and get to know my son
Chorus:
Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
Tell my boy his daddy's so proud of him
And don't forget to give my love to Rose
John Cash