RAZOR JAYNE (Konrad Lenz)
	You got silver-gray dreads & your steel guitar You got your razor wit & your broken bottle scar You got a way with words & nothing to lose  Come on babe play those rhythm & blues   Come on babe, play those rhythm & blues  Come on honey, play those rhythm & blues   You said "well, maybe I am and maybe I'm not I may be something altogether else. 1'11 give it my best shot I'm better than most if you put me to the test So shut your mouth & give it a rest."   Come on babe, play those rhythm & blues  Come on babe, play those rhythm & blues   Some things hit you like a knife  Other things hit you like paradise   You got beer in a box of styrofoam  You got a secret entrance, an unbroken wish bone You got the call of the wild. We got a mutual friend He's forever in your debt & you spit against the wind.   Come on babe, play those rhythm & blues Come on homey, play those rhythm and blues Come on babe, play those rhythm and blues Come on homey, play those rhythm & blues.   2003