Can't you hear me call on this old ham radio?
All I've got to say, I'm alive and feeling fine
Should you come my way you can share my poison wine

No marigolds in the promised land,
There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow
Any man left on the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world as far as I know

I won't take your bread; I don't need no helping hand
I can't be no savage; I can't be no highwayman
Show me where you are; you and I can spend this day
Driving in my car through the ruins of Santa Fe

[Chorus]

I'm reading last years papers, although I don't know why
Assassins, cons and rapers might as well die

When you come around, no more plain regrets
Watch the sun go brown smoking cobalt cigarettes
There's no need to hide, taking things the easy way
If I stay inside I might live till Saturday

No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow
Any man left of the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world, king of the world as far as I know