40 Years

I was born in the jungle
The sickening smell of cinnamon in the air
I was born in a white hole
And I can't believe the colors here today
Stalk on a circle
Well, I've never been blessed with elephant's memory
I'm riding a red line nowhere

If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need, sir
If it takes 40 years, I'll walk the thunder and the rain

I was born in a good home
Where the rising cost of raising children
Was not a factor
And you can't believe the things it does to me
I'm filled with the white noise
Well, I never did much of anything anyway
Jump on a big train nowhere

If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need, sir
If it takes 40 years, I'll walk the thunder and the rain

I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience
And maybe raise some children
I wanna get me a good wife
And a garden, garden, garden, garden
Wanna start me a new life with a six foot color television
Wanna start me a new life somewhere
Well, I was born on a warm night
On the right coast of southeastern America
Dead on arrival
But you can't believe the things you hear today
I'll fly me a white plane over water
Over blue and green
And land in the ocean somewhere

If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need, sir
If it takes 40 years, I'll walk the thunder and the rain

I'll walk that rain
C'mon now, give me the thunder
Give me the thunder
I want that rain
I want the thunder and the rain