DESCRIPTION:
Gill Landry is a new orleans oriented jazz musician.
The photo is taken from: http://oh--everything.blogspot.com/2010/11/maya-deren.html

Lying in my bed, got no dreams in my head
That haven't been drug across the floor
Waiting for the sun buried on the ocean
For what feels like ten thousand years or more

I have seen the mountain and I've walked the valleys
I've been through the city and I've walked the alleys
On the summer evenings with the raccoons grieving
I have seen the cold dark mare

I was young and bold falling in love with barmaids
Out on cemetery road
My pockets lined with gold waiting for the crusade
To leave this helpless world alone

I looked from flesh and bone on the place that I call home
Standing in the ruins of downtown
Iron laced and haunted streets itching heel has got me beat
But there's nothing that important to me now

I was born a rambler guess I always will
Once you get the habit you just can't stand still
But now I'm all disheveled running like the devil
On my hind legs in the sun

There were many times I wish that I'd have stayed
But I know I can't go home
I try to stay in time but time slips away
And now I'm out here on my own

When you're poor without a dream this ole world keeps getting mean
And happiness is just a word you know
Left in a world of pain on ten thousand miles of railroad train
It doesn't really matter where I go

Crossing states by moonlight I often wonder
If they'll ever hang me for all the love I stole
Ah Mr. organ grinder please tell me where to find her
Old lady luck just dropped me cold

Sometimes I'm lost sometimes I'm driven
Sometimes I know not where to roam
They're going to bury me on some forgotten morning
Until then I have no home