The Mountain Goats — Jaipur

[Intro: Bessie Smith] This house is so haunted With dead men I can't lose [Verse 1: John Darnielle] I was having visions of sugared pastry Cooked up in clarified butter I tried to turn my visions into prayers But I built my castle way high up in the air [Chorus: John Darnielle] Yeah, I came to the gates of the fabled pink city Hungry and tired and cold Swing low, sweet chariot Chrome tailpipe shining bright as spun gold [Verse 2: John Darnielle] My brothers picked me up out of the rushes Handed me into the company of evil men But I inched my way down the eastern seaboard I am coming to Atlanta again [Chorus: John Darnielle] Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city Hungry, and tired, and mad as all hell Swing low sweet jewel-encrusted chariot Make me young again; make me well [Verse 3: John Darnielle] I am the killer dressed in pilgrim's clothing I am the hard-to-find stations on the AM band I am the white sky high over Tripoli I am the landmine hidden in the sand [Chorus: John Darnielle] Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city Hungry and tired and alone Swing low, sweet, sweet, sweet chariot Coming forth to carry me home