Jaipur by The Mountain Goats Lyrics
[Intro: Bessie Smith]
This house is so haunted
With dead men
I can't lose
[Verse 1: John Darnielle]
I was having visions of sugared pastry
Cooked up in clarified butter
I tried to turn my visions into prayers
But I built my castle way high up in the air
[Chorus: John Darnielle]
Yeah, I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry and tired and cold
Swing low, sweet chariot
Chrome tailpipe shining bright as spun gold
[Verse 2: John Darnielle]
My brothers picked me up out of the rushes
Handed me into the company of evil men
But I inched my way down the eastern seaboard
I am coming to Atlanta again
[Chorus: John Darnielle]
Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry, and tired, and mad as all hell
Swing low sweet jewel-encrusted chariot
Make me young again; make me well
[Verse 3: John Darnielle]
I am the killer dressed in pilgrim's clothing
I am the hard-to-find stations on the AM band
I am the white sky high over Tripoli
I am the landmine hidden in the sand
[Chorus: John Darnielle]
Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry and tired and alone
Swing low, sweet, sweet, sweet chariot
Coming forth to carry me home
This house is so haunted
With dead men
I can't lose
[Verse 1: John Darnielle]
I was having visions of sugared pastry
Cooked up in clarified butter
I tried to turn my visions into prayers
But I built my castle way high up in the air
[Chorus: John Darnielle]
Yeah, I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry and tired and cold
Swing low, sweet chariot
Chrome tailpipe shining bright as spun gold
[Verse 2: John Darnielle]
My brothers picked me up out of the rushes
Handed me into the company of evil men
But I inched my way down the eastern seaboard
I am coming to Atlanta again
[Chorus: John Darnielle]
Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry, and tired, and mad as all hell
Swing low sweet jewel-encrusted chariot
Make me young again; make me well
[Verse 3: John Darnielle]
I am the killer dressed in pilgrim's clothing
I am the hard-to-find stations on the AM band
I am the white sky high over Tripoli
I am the landmine hidden in the sand
[Chorus: John Darnielle]
Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city
Hungry and tired and alone
Swing low, sweet, sweet, sweet chariot
Coming forth to carry me home