Lyric A Bunch Of Lonesome Heroes

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.