Hey Jack Kerouac I think of your mother
And the tears she cried She cried for none other
Than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
And that dared to drag him down
Her little boy courageous
Who chose his words from mouths of
Babes got lost in the woods
Hipflask slingin madmen
Steamin cafe flirts
They all spoke through you
Hey Jack now for the tricky part
When you where the brightest star Who were the shadow
Of the San Francisco beat boys You were their favorite
Now they sit and rattle their bones
And think of their bloodstone days
You chose your words from mouths of
Babes got lost in the woods
The hipflask slining madmen
steamin cafe flirts
In Chinatown, howling at night
Allen baby, why so jaded
Have the boys all grown up And their music faded
Billy, what a saint they've made you
Just like Mary down in Mexico
On all souls day
You chose your words from mouths of
Babes lost in the woods
Cool junk booting madmen
Steet minded girls
In Harlem howling at night
What a tear stained
shock of the world
You've gone away without sayin
Saying goodbye