A Bunch Of Lonesome Heros

A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes
were smoking out along the open road;
the night was very dark and thick between them,
each man beneath his ordinary load.
";I'd like to tell my story,";
said one of them so young and bold,
";I'd like to tell my story,
before I turn into gold.";

But no one really could hear him,
the night so dark and thick and green;
well I guess that these heroes must always live there
where you and I have only been.
Put out your cigarette, my love,
you've been alone too long;
and some of us are very hungry now
to hear what it is you've done that was so wrong.

I sing this for the crickets,
I sing this for the army,
I sing this for your children
and for all who do not need me.
";I'd like to tell my story,";
said one of them so bold,
";Oh yes, I'd like to tell my story
'cause you know I feel I'm turning into gold.";