You stole away from Memphis in the night
And in the shed you saw a tender light
But when you run away for your next fix
Don’t forget your silver candlesticks
You may need them later when you got no dime to spend
It’s a wicked, dusty road that lay ahead
You can be as dusty as you want, my friend
In Bobby’s shed

You travelled on the rails from town to town
From mountaintops to coalmines underground
Puritans and pioneers abound
Murderers and mystics all around
Speaking tongues from dusty lungs no soul could comprehend
Poisoned with a belly full of lead
You can be as poisoned as you want, my friend
In Bobby’s shed

You said that you were trying to get clean
And this was your attempt number thirteen
You’re covered with the dust of hopeless dreams
I can see you’ve been to all extremes
Your talent for survival, now, I really must commend
As I stare into your doll’s eyes of the dead
But you can be as dirty as you want, my friend
In Bobby’s shed

You said you could not stand it in LA
You missed the garbage in the alleyway
Your brother, he’s still living in a barn
But you say there’s no reason for alarm
He’s crazy but you say, upon his eggs you do depend
After all the chickens have been fed
Your brother can be as crazy as he wants, my friend
In Bobby’s shed

You thought that you could save them with our Lord
You thought that you could save them with a sword
Your faith was as solid as a rock
When you heard the military preacher talk
But now you see their victory has brought us war again
After you have fought and you have bled
You can store your stone dust if you want, my friend
In Bobby’s shed

You’re stuck inside the promises of youth
You’re angry that nobody told the truth
Well you don’t have to fight against the rust
You don’t have to brush off all the dust
Your body’s a disaster but your mind is on the mend
After all the truth has been said
You can be as dusty as you want, my friend
In Bobby’s shed

This shed, it ain’t big, in fact it’s small
But in it there is room for us all
There’s rust upon its circular saw
There’s dust inside the paint upon the wall
It ain’t much, but it will get you through the nights you spend
There will be a blanket on your bed
You can be as dusty as you want, my friend
In Bobby’s shed

You used to think the past was done and gone
But now you know your thinking was all wrong
The dust upon the graves upon this land
Can tell us more than any living man
Now you know this timeless yarn will never find its end
Even when our blood’s no longer red
This world can be as dusty as you want, my friend
In Bobby’s shed