I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance.   I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents.   And in the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene,   My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans.   I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street,   I still sing the blues with the dogs.      And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire,   I've had been burning through my veins since I first learned to cry.   I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again.   I never felt right and never fit in,   Walking in my own skin.      Now I got scars like the number of stars, my head's full of vipers.   I got the dust of the desert in my bones, coming through the amplifiers.   Between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth,   It's a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist.   I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth,   Over and over without relief.      And I got nothing for you darling but a story to tell,   About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell.   I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again.   I never felt right and never fit in.      Walking in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart.   I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark.   I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night,   Say a prayer for my soul Señorita.      Because I've been dying out here in the cold and the snow.   I got a picture of you, Mama, to remind me of home.   On the hood of a Dodge on a Saturday night,   Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita.