Stevie

Don't pray in the rain, or swear upon your mother, stuff you can't fake, hope you can use, costs that you smother, places without refuge, see that portrait, of a wounded trooper, it’s got your name, whatever you choose, don't curse or bother, who pays the dues, whisky fires the brain, good men live without trouble, then run away, no book or dawn curfew, makes you a brother, despite all the feuds, gains that you'll make, seek as a lover, spirits of the freeway, they won’t mask thunder.