[Verse]
             
I'm on the dar

              
k side of a ho

                  
llow hill
              
The sun comes 

             
up, babe, but 

             
it's hard to g

          
et my fill
             
Your blue sera

              
pe, well it fi

               
ts my mood
              
I'm through wi

           
th Bibles and 

              
I'm through wi

              
th food

             
Somebody's cal

             
ling, trying t

              
o track me dow

        
n
              
And if I don't

             
 answer, I'd h

                 
ang around
              
As side-passed

             
 lovers lost i

                
n the dark
             
I look for hig

            
h ground for t

            
o build an ark

             
I can't rememb

             
er when I felt

              
 so free
             
Maybe Septembe

              
r, the year yo

              
u believed in 

       
me
            
In 1900 and 99

      
              
When I found t

           
he angels a-dr

                
inking wine

             
Seems every ca

             
stle is made o

             
f sand
              
The great dest

             
royer sleeps i

          
n every man
              
Here comes my 

             
baby, here com

               
es my man
              
With the silve

           
r dagger in hi

             
s hand

[Outro]
Ooooh
              
With that silv

           
er dagger in h

      
is hand