He ainât got no money got no bonds to loseAinât got no pink-house with a lotta locks to closeAinât got no good-wife, no bunch oâscreams to feedHeâs talkinâabout good-lifewell heâs one of a kind, heâs a different breedHed sails the oceans on them wooden shipsHeâs in command âs got his hand on his hipsHe sleeps in deserts under open skiesGot no religion-honey, but he sure got teeth to bite withWhenever heâs right, heâs rightNow shake your widows, shake your latter-day saintsYou got to stop your bleedingHe turns your water into gasolineHe turns your misery to gold(…heâs the) one-eyd-dogthe one eyed dogHeâs got you listening to a different soundFollow his tracks, now heâll be aroundâcause if you stumble or if you might fallyou wonât make the surface or the thin red line no more(that thin red line….)Now shake your widows, shake your latter-day saintsYou got to stop your bleedingHe turns your water into gasolineHe turns your misery to gold(…heâs the) one-eyd-dogthe one eyed dogNow they say understanding is forgivingStill pulsing to the rougesâbest oâlifeOh baby please, donât shoot no messengerâcause heâs the man with the different songwell heâs the man with the different drumSOLONow shake your widows, shake your latter-day saintsYou got to stop your bleedingHe turns your water into gasolineHe turns your misery to gold(…heâs the) one-eyd-dogthe one eyed dog,one eyed dog…….