Yeah, yeah, I went walking on the avenue
Listen to the riders who may yeah listen to you
And my footsteps tangle with perfume
And the sound of lovemaking coming out of some room
And the indians sing
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
There's a woman leaning on the corner, she waits for her gambler
Yeah, dressing babies up in cotton, on the front seat of her rambler
Low down while she says that she remembers
Yeah, of a prayer that mama used to sing
Yeah, and the battered wife sing
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy, from joy?
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