Robin williamson the man in the van lyrics

by Robin Williamson







His mother told me everything



She had every reason to lie



Down there in the laundromant



Like his life was tumbling dry



Born to be a fighter



With nothing to attack



They put sugar in his coffee



And a t-shirt on his back



And they signed it with a pen



Now they've got him in ambulance



And he'll never fight again







Chorus:



Nothing in his pockets and



Nothing in his hand



That man in the van







Out there in the desert



With the dinosaur blues



With a suitcase full of earvax



and pencils in his shoes



The streets were full of marionettes



And their eyes like blood



It was raining crucifixes



To the tune of Billy Buud



Going to Los Cruces



To breathe that magic air



They've got a few shocks for him



When he gets there







Good morning to you Dr. Varden



Good morning to you if you please



There's many go begging your pardon



While they're dying by degrees



The gates of hell were open



There was no one there inside



They were all out in Los Cruces



Giving their hogs a ride



With clean white jackets



And their eyes like glass



Maybe he'll learn to take it slow



And let it pass