When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.

your problem is that wanna better word for world

The land of milk and honey, they say it is the land of money.

Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.

When you got nothin' / You got nothin' to lose.

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead.