From the recording Fat Head, Sunday Paper
Lyrics
I got a timpani drum
And I don't love my brother
And I'm on my way
I got your hand in one had
The whole world in the other
And I'm on my way
Got a cow I can milk
I got a bow and an arrow
And I'm on my way
Got a rock and a slingshot
Got my eye on the sparrow
And I'm on my way
I had a dream
You were looking at me real funny
Smelled like kerosene
And I think you were holding a gun
I got nothing to lose
I’m already a dead man
And I'm on my way
Wearing army fatigues
And an Indian headband
And I'm on my way
There's no light in the lighthouse
There's a hole in the shovel
These are dark, dark days
But someone messes with us
Man, they’re asking for trouble
And I’m on my way
Got a full tank a gas
And a girl half my age
You know Ashante
She does my hair and makeup
Because my home is the stage
And I'm on my way
I had a dream
I should put some of this down on paper
I was on a trampoline
I got so high I could not come down
I’m your friend, I’m your neighbor
I’m your doctor, I’m your color
You’re my protege
I’m your priest, I’m your shaman
I’m not your husband, I’m your lover
And I'm on my way
I got a timpani drum
And I don't love my brother
And I'm on my way
I got your hand in one had
The whole world in the other
And I'm on my way
I’m on my way
I’m on my way