Hell's Kitchen
1992, my brother was released from prison and joined me on a roofing job, our axes swinging, pounding nails under the blazing Colorado sun. Our father taught us to swing roofing axes as soon as we could walk. We slaved in the hot sun at his earth trade. I wrote songs and played music in whiskey bars at night; life in the kitchen.
Hell’s Kitchen
Working like a slave in hell’s kitchen
a little bitty piece of my heart
and through the narrow eyes of my existence
I see where the pain got its start
The heat so intense my skin is burning
I’m white and I’m red then I am black
Somewhere along the way my soul is turning
my voice crying out, take me back
Take me back to the sound of momma’s sighs
to the touch of momma’s skin
to the water life inside
where the innocent begin - again
Praying to the gods in hell’s kitchen
my life has knocked me down to my knees
I wonder aloud, do they ever listen
have I traveled this road just to bleed
The water is cold, my skin is frozen
baptism crystallized out of pain
I see the starving children’s eyes
I know them and the want they all want is the same
Take me back to the sound of momma’s sighs
to the touch of momma’s skin
to the water life inside
where the innocent begin - again
Make a hole in the ground in hell’s kitchen
won’t you bury me there when I die
Get six strong men to bear me with them
and a dozen women to cry
Find a medicine man to tell his story
and a beggar to sing me a song
Tell all my children to try not to worry
hell’s kitchen is where I belong, take me back
to the sound of momma’s sighs
to the touch of momma’s skin
to the water life inside
where the innocent begin - again
There’s an old man walking cross hell’s kitchen
and he stops for a rest by a stone
His broken yellow dog lays down there with him
welcome peace, yellow dog, you are home
He takes a pistol out of his back pocket
goodbye, my old friend, go to sleep
There’s a lonely old man, he goes out walking
and he stops by hell’s kitchen to weep
Take me back to the sound of momma’s sighs
to the touch of momma’s skin
to the water life inside
where the innocent begin
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