作词 : Beck

Fourteen rivers fourteen floods

Bend your body

To the heavens above

Don't get drunk

Don't get dry

Just bring your money

Next Saturday night

Fourteen miles on the trail

With a half dead mule

And nothing on my mind

All my life

I've been talking fast

Taking all the things

That I should have let pass

Put my hat

On my coffin nail

Put another brick

In the fire place
Well I don't know

About you or me
But someone got loose

Beg your hole