[00:16.98]With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
[00:25.85]And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
[00:34.64]And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
[00:42.55]Oh, who do they think could bury you?
[00:51.31]With your pockets well protected at last
[00:59.77]And your streetcar visions which ya' place on the grass
[01:07.83]And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
[01:16.84]Who could they get to carry you?
[01:25.61]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[01:34.22]Where the sad-eyed prophet say that no man comes
[01:43.59]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[01:55.38]Should I put them by your gate
[02:02.26]Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[02:10.54]With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
[02:19.26]And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
[02:27.74]And your basement clothes and your hollow face
[02:35.96]Who among them can think he could outguess you?
[02:44.50]With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
[02:54.17]Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
[03:02.40]And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
[03:09.82]Who among them would try to impress you?
[03:19.09]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[03:26.81]Where the sad-eyed prophet say that no man comes
[03:36.52]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[03:48.88]Should I put them by your gate
[03:55.74]Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[04:03.72]The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
[04:12.72]Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
[04:21.19]And ya' wouldn’t know it woulda' happened like this
[04:28.86]But a'who among them really wants just to kiss you?
[04:37.82]With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
[04:46.38]And your Spanish manners and your mother’s drugs
[04:55.52]And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
[05:03.49]Who among them do ya' think could resist you?
[05:12.79]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[05:21.17]Where the sad-eyed prophet say that no man comes
[05:30.66]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[05:42.61]Should I leave them by your gate
[05:49.37]Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[05:57.85]Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
[06:06.46]To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide
[06:14.93]But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
[06:22.90]How could they ever mistake you?
[06:31.52]They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm
[06:40.26]But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
[06:48.18]And with the child of the hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
[06:56.96]How could they ever have persuaded you?
[07:05.42]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[07:13.94]Where the sad-eyed prophet say that no man comes
[07:22.95]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[07:35.06]Should I leave them by your gate
[07:41.73]Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[07:50.44]With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
[07:59.22]And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
[08:07.38]And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show
[08:15.91]Who among them do you think would employ you?
[08:24.69]Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole
[08:32.64]With your holy medallion an' your fingertips now that fold
[08:41.00]And your saintlike face and your ghost-like soul
[08:49.12]Who among them could ever think it could destroy you?
[08:58.57]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[09:06.79]Where the sad-eyed prophet say that no man comes
[09:15.65]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[09:27.90]Should I leave them by your gate
[09:34.47]Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?