40 Years

I was born in the jungle

With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air

I was born in a white hole and

I can't believe the colors here today

Stalk on a circle

Well, I've never been blessed with an elephant memory

I'm riding a red line nowhere.



If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for

If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away

If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need, sir

If it takes 40 years, I'll walk the thunder and the rain.



I was born in a good home

Where the rising cost of raising children

Was not a factor

And you can't believe the things it does to me

I'm filled with the white noise

Well, I never did much of anything anyway

Jump on a big train nowhere.



If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for

If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away

If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need, sir

If it takes 40 years, I'll walk the thunder and the rain.



I wanna buy me a good heart

And a conscience

And maybe raise some children

I wanna get me a good wife

And a garden, garden, garden, garden

And I'll start me a new life with a six foot color television

I'll start me a new life somewhere.



Well, I was born on a warm night

On the right coast, southeastern America

Dead on arrival, but you can't believe the things you hear

And I'll fly me a white plane over water

Over blue and green and

Land in the ocean somewhere.



If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for

If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away

If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need, sir

If it takes 40 years, well, I'll walk that thunder

Yeah, yeah, and I'll walk that rain, yeah

I'll walk that rain

Come on now

Now give me the thunder, give me that thunder

Give me the rain, yeah

I'll walk that rain

I'll walk the thunder and the rain.