Well there’s times that a man feels like he can’t go on
Feeling the same way he did yesterday
Well it’s got to be wrong
I’ve got two eyes to see out of and a human soul
So ride the Black Rainbow right down into it just as far as it goes
Let’s do it
And there’s times that a woman — well she just won’t be wrong
She’s going to drum that fact right in to me till I’m singing her song
I’ve got a headful of troubles and a coffin of gold
So ride the black rainbow right down into it
Until it fits you good
And I’m going to sing my song
Been stuck in a throat far too long
And I’m going to get me gone
Going to get me some
Well
We did it again